|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Pansy (Viola Tricolor)|
|Pansies for ladies all(I wis|
That none who wear such brooches miss
A jewel in the mirror).
E. B. BrowningA Flower in a Letter.
|Pansies? You praise the ones that grow today|
Here in the garden; had you seen the place
When Sutherland was living!
Here they grew,
From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each
A golden dazzle like a glimmering star,
Each broader, bigger than a silver crown;
While here the weaver sat, his labor done,
Watching his azure pets and rearing them,
Until they seemd to know his step and touch,
And stir beneath his smile like living things:
The very sunshine loved them, and would lie
Here happy, coming early, lingering late,
Because they were so fair.
Robert BuchananHugh Sutherlands Pansies.
|I pray, what flowers are these?|
The pansy this,
O, thats for lovers thoughts.
Geo. ChapmanAll Fools. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 248.
|I send thee pansies while the year is young,|
Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night;
Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung
By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light;
And if in recollection lives regret
For wasted days and dreams that were not true,
I tell thee that the pansy freakd with jet
Is still the hearts ease that the poets knew
Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought,
And for the pansies send me back a thought.
|The delicate thought, that cannot find expression,|
For ruder speech too fair,
That, like thy petals, trembles in possession,
And scatters on the air.
Bret HarteThe Mountain Hearts Ease.
|Hearts ease! one could look for half a day|
Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out
Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow,
That gave this gentle name.
Mary HowittHearts Ease.
|They are all in the lily-bed, cuddled close together|
Purple, Yellow-cap, and little Baby-blue;
How they ever got there you must ask the April weather,
The morning and the evening winds, the sunshine and the dew.
Nellie M. HutchinsonVagrant Pansies.
|The pansy freaked with jet.|
MiltonLycidas. L. 144.
|The beauteous pansies rise|
In purple, gold, and blue,
With tints of rainbow hue
Mocking the sunset skies.
Thomas J. OuseleyThe Angel of the Flowers.
| Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, thats for thoughts.|
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 176.
| The bolt of Cupid fell:|
* * * upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with loves wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Midsummer Nights Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 165.
|Hearts ease or pansy, pleasure or thought,|
Which would the picture give us of these?
Surely the heart that conceived it sought
SwinburneA Flower Piece by Fanten.
|Pansies in soft April rains|
Fill their stalks with honeyed sap
Drawn from Earths prolific lap.
Bayard TaylorHome and Travel. Ariel in the Cloven Pine. L. 37.
|Darker than darkest pansies.|