from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. a kind of violet; the small pansy.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. The plant Viola tricolor, the heart's-ease.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. a common and long cultivated European herb from which most common garden pansies are derived
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Teems with virgin's-bower, with forget-me-nots, with rue-and all over the place, purple and yellow as hickeys, a prevalence of love-in-idleness.
To maintain it in its vestal candor and proud sincerity is not always an easy task in a land where every careless student and idle nobleman is eager to tumble it with his fingers or to pin among its frills the blossom named love-in-idleness: Mimi Pinson has to wear her cap very close to her wise little head.
I remember also that I ate at table opposite a pretty girl, with a wanton's heart, who prattled to me, because I was an Englishman, as though no war had come to make a mockery of love-in-idleness.
The prettiest view of Amiens was from the banks of the Somme outside the city, on the east side, and there was a charming walk along the tow-path, past market-gardens going down to the river on the opposite bank, and past the gardens of little chalets built for love-in-idleness in days of peace.
"It would serve you right," said she, truculently, "if some one were to rub your eyes with love-in-idleness, to make you dote upon the next live creature that you see."
Maidens call it love-in-idleness, 58. caught by glare, like moths, 540. fair are commonly fortunate, 33. smiles of other, 677. withering on the stalk, 477.
And the flower is called "love-in-idleness," to signify her listlessness of heart during the Earl's absence; as the Poet elsewhere uses similar terms of the pansy, as denoting the love that renders men pensive, dreamy, indolent, instead of toning up the soul with healthy and noble aspirations.
Do you think that maidens 'eyes are no longer touched with the juice of love-in-idleness!
“Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell:It fell upon a little western flower,Before, milk-white, now purple with love’s wound, —And maidens call it love-in-idleness.”
a garden in which there were arbours for love-in-idleness where ladies had dreamed awhile on many summer days in the great yesterday of history.
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