Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
VIOLET NICOLSONRed lips like a living, laughing rose.
VIOLET NICOLSONFor this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give.
VIOLET NICOLSONTo the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name.
VIOLET NICOLSONLess than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel
VIOLET NICOLSONOften devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.
VIOLET NICOLSONThe gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.
VIOLET NICOLSONMen should be judged not by their tint of skin
VIOLET NICOLSONLess than the weed that grows beside thy door.
VIOLET NICOLSONI shall go the way of the open sea
VIOLET NICOLSON