Miss Snaith daintily treated the rugs with violet water.
"Dear Enemy" by Jean Webster
I was not worried about the violets, as I consider Money spent as but water over a damn, and no use worrying about.
"Bab: A Sub-Deb" by Mary Roberts Rinehart
The great man turned unchanged on the newcomers the august glance that he had turned on the violet waters of the Channel.
"The Story of the Amulet" by E. Nesbit
He saw her bending over his tomb, in beautiful humble curves, under a starless sky, watering the violets with her tears.
"Zuleika Dobson" by Max Beerbohm
Come and give some water to these Parmese violets.
"The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard" by Anatole France
The clergyman and John Martindale were waiting in the dressing-room, with poor Violet's cathedral cup filled with water.
"Heartsease" by Charlotte M. Yonge
The Water Violet merely needs to be laid on the surface of the water; the roots float.
"Gardening for the Million" by Alfred Pink
Such violet shadows on the golden water!
"As Seen By Me" by Lilian Bell
I can see it, I hear it; I know where the trees are, where the water runs, where the violets grow.
"Abbe Mouret's Transgression La Faute De L'abbe Mouret" by Emile Zola
Black or clear, monstrous or violet-coloured, cold salt water it is always, and nothing but that.
"Selections From the Works of John Ruskin" by John Ruskin
Two drops of the mixture will colour a large cylinder of water a beautiful violet.
"The Chemistry of Hat Manufacturing" by Watson Smith
About this hour Violet was in the habit of toiling up with beer for Kit and Churn, and water or lemonade for their neighbour.
"The Lion's Mouse" by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
Every thicket by the water-courses blushed with azaleas; all the banks were gay with wild violets.
"Judith of the Cumberlands" by Alice MacGowan
SEVERAL tears watered the violets.
"The Ranch Girls in Europe" by Margaret Vandercook
One day, when they were playing near the water, Violet's sun-bonnet blew off, and a wave washed it out beyond her reach.
"My Treasure" by Thomas W. Handford
Very soon she was steering a course parallel to the vast slope of the Island, ploughing through waters of deepest violet.
"The Golden Rock" by Ernest Glanville
Waters kept her secrets in violet.
"The Little Princess of Tower Hill" by L. T. Meade
Black or clear, monstrous or violet-colored, cold salt water it is always, and nothing but that.
"Modern Painters Vol. III." by John Ruskin
Its violets are particularly elegant, and it abounds in streams of running water.
"India Through the Ages" by Flora Annie Steel
Susanne takes Everet's violets from the water, and fastens them on her corsage.
"Juggernaut" by George Cary Eggleston
The song of Glencar Water
It has such silvery frets;
And there, by Glencar Water,
Are banks of violets.
"Glencar Water" by Clinton Scollard
Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.
"Pretty Cow" by Jane Taylor
Yet once the wave was darken'd, and a stain
Lay deep, and heavy drops but not of rain?
On the dim violets by its marble bed,
And the pale shining water-lily's head.
"Imelda" by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Dew, dripping from wet fern and leaf;
The wind, that shakes the violet's sheaf;
The slender sound of water lone,
That makes a harp-string of some stone,
And now a wood bird's glimmering moan,
Seem whisperings there of grief.
"A Woodland Grave" by Madison Julius Cawein
Ah, 'tis the English in me that loves the soft, gray weather--
The little mists that trail along like bits of wind-flung foam,
The primrose and the violet--all wet and sweet together,
And the sound of water calling, as it used to call at home.
"Wet Weather" by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay