“Though many a flower may win my praise,
The violet has my love;
I did not pass my childish days
In garden or in grove:
My garden was the window-seat,
Upon whose edge was set
A little vase—the fair, the sweet—
It was the violet.”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Violet from The Literary Souvenir, 1831
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

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