"Silvern" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... to praise A lady, princess, goddess, artist such; For great ones crane their foreheads to her touch, To change their splendours into crowns of bays. But poets never rhyme as they are bid; Nor never see their ft goal; but aspire, With straining eyes, to some far silvern spire; Flowers among, sing to the gods cloud-hid. One of these, onetime, opened velvet eyes Upon the world—the years recall the day; Those lights still shine, conscious of power alway, But flattering men with feigned ...
— Silverpoints • John Gray
... thus answer'd Apollo in anger: "Thou of the Silvern Bow! among them shall thy word have approval, Who in equivalent honour have counted Achilles and Hector. This from a man had his blood, and was nurs'd at the breast of a woman; He that ye estimate with him, conceiv'd ...
— Blackwoods Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 59, No. 365, March, 1846 • Various
... himself lest they should go into any house to him; he used the old greeting, in case they had any magic whereby they should overcome and deceive him. But they came endowed—not with devil-craft, but with divine might. They bore Christ's rood-token—a silvern cross of Christ and a likeness of the Lord Jesus colored and delineated on a board; and were crying the names of holy men; and singing prayers together, made supplication to the Lord for the everlasting health of themselves and of those ...
— The Great Events by Famous Historians, Volume 4 • Various
... bantam. And of the three syllables, the last, which should be the longest, was the shortest, "short and sharp like the shrill swallow's cry," or perhaps even more like the shrieky bark of an enraged little cur; not a reveille and silvern morning song in one, as a crow should be, but a challenge and a defiance, wounding the sense like a spur, and suggesting the bustle and ...
— Birds in Town and Village • W. H. Hudson
... long dinner, the iron-barred gates of the corral were thrown open and a band of horses, golden bronze in colour, with silvern mane and tail, silken embroidered saddles on their slender backs, trotted up to the door. The beautiful creatures shone in the sun like burnished armour; they arched their haughty necks and lifted their small feet as if they were Californian ...
— The Splendid Idle Forties - Stories of Old California • Gertrude Atherton |
