5 Thomas Holley Chivers Quotes

Thomas Holley Chivers shares grand, lyrical musings that drift through dream-like landscapes.

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.
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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!'
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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.
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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!
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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.
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Thomas Holley Chivers quotes