Thomas Holley Chivers



Thomas Holley Chivers (October 18, 1807 – December 18, 1858) was an American poet from Georgia.



Quotes

 * 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 Poet's 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.