I think they're wood violets, but I'm not completely sure.

And her eyes were almost the color of the small wood violets which grew by the brooks.

She had shimmering hair so pale it was almost silvery and clear eyes the exact color of wood violets.

Wood violets have spread where the leaf mould is altering the pH.

There were the drawings of wood violets and a mockingbird and a big snapping turtle.

She wore a gown the color of wood violets and on her feet soft kidskin shoes, dancing shoes.

Deirdre was dressed in a clinging gown the color of wood violets in deep shade, and her eyes seemed to be of the same hue.

Her eyes had such starry lights in them behind her long lashes . . . eyes that were as full of charm as wood violets.

But they ran up to six pounds and were in full spawning regalia, with deep orange stomachs, lavender halos delicate as wood violets encircling their crimson spots and milk-white fin bands half an inch wide.

The air was soft and slightly moist, with a tang in it of wakening life and of rising sap, and with the scent of wild narcissus and of wood violets rising like intoxizating incense to the nostrils.

Nature itself spoke up for Theresia: the softness and stillness of the night; the starlit sky and the light of the moon; the sent of wood violets and of wet earth, and the patter of tiny, mysterious feet in the hedgegrows.

He is a man of action, and has indeed been known to leave parts of the railway covered all over in 'sweet violets'.

The air around him would smell once more of sweet violets, or more likely Brut.

Covered all over with sweet violets.

Where they fell bloomed sweet violets, even bloomed in Hades.

That vicarage was ancient, low and white, with a white rose rambling over the porch, and ivied walls with beds of sweet violets beneath.

"Think of sweet violets," she sug- gested as she handed Sammy, who looked somewhat green instead of orange himself, to Jenny. '

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory-- Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.

To these I added the delicious fragrance of sweet violets; Solomon's seal for late spring flowers, and the robust 'Erythronium 'Pagoda'.

I suppose if I could cultivate lush beds of English sweet violets, Corsican violets and other scented and refined members of the genus, I'd turn up my nose at dog violets, too.

In contrast, the best Valentine's Day present I remember doing was a box of simply ribboned bunches, each one consisting of a single type of flower - white freesias, sweet violets, double snowdrops, deep blue hyacinths, lily of the valley, paper white narcissi and dark red-black 'Bacchanal' roses.

The chorus is from the song "Sweet Violets" by Joseph Emmet, from his 1882 play Fritz Among the Gypsies - "Sweet violets, sweeter than all the roses...covered all over from head to toe, covered all over with sweet violets."

A few days ago I received a little box of English violets from Lady Meath.