|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Thomas Holley Chivers. (18071858)|
| Many mellow Cydonian suckets|
Sweet apples, anthosmial, divine,
From the ruby-rimmed beryline buckets
Star-gemmed, lily-shaped, hyaline;
Like the sweet golden goblet found growing
On the wild emerald cucumber-tree,
Rich, brilliant, like chrysophrase glowing
Was my beautiful Rosalie Lee.
| Rosalie Lee.|
| In the music of the morns|
Blown through the Conchimarian horns,
Down the dark vistas of the reboantic Norns,
To the Genius of Eternity
Crying, Come to me! Come to me!
| The Poets Vacation.|
| On the beryl-rimmed rebecs of Ruby|
Brought fresh from the hyaline streams,
She played on the banks of the Yuba
Such songs as she heard in her dreams.
| Lily Adair.|
| As an egg, when broken, never|
Can be mended, but must ever
Be the same crushed egg for ever
So shall this dark heart of mine!
| To Allegra Florence in Heaven.|
| As the diamond is the crystalline Revelator of the achromatic white light of Heaven, so is a perfect poem the crystalline revelation of the Divine Idea.|
| Preface to Eonchs of Ruby.|