Thomas Holley Chivers,
Eonchs of Ruby
(1851)
“ Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven!—Young. I. Where is she now? Oh! Isa! tell me where thou art? If Death has laid his hand upon thy brow, Has he not touched my heart? ”
Thomas Holley Chivers,
Eonchs of Ruby
(1851)
“ Of beauty that would make an Angel blest. An Antique Cameo starred her silver vest, Fit emblem of her heart it did unfold— Couched in the valley of her snow-white breast, Encased in circles of the vpurest gold. The rich Design which graced the Gem was this; A snow-white Dove, perched on a Tulip-Vase, Was sipping nectar from the Chalice full, While by her side there stood, with artless grace, Her mate, drinking, in Art most beautiful— This Antique Symbol set there to express, In loftiest Art, her artful artlessness. ”
Thomas Holley Chivers,
Eonchs of Ruby
(1851)
“ Was thy great song, celestial Israfel! Like that Apollo near the shining portals Of Heaven, in chariot, with celestial lyre, Sung for the thronging glorified Immortals, Which set the souls of all the gods on fire! ”
