"Inwrought" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day, 10 Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— ...
— The Ontario High School Reader • A.E. Marty
... of evanescent faces Passed each other without heeding, in their travail, teen, or joy, Some in void unvisioned listlessness inwrought with pallid traces Of keen ...
— Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses • Thomas Hardy
... interests induced a multiplication of narratives of the same events, to the extent even of telling many important stories in two very different ways. The element of the marvellous and the superstitious is so inwrought with the documentary history and the personal narratives of the time, exaggeration and misrepresentation were then almost so consistent with honesty, that any one who essays to digest trustworthy ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 96, October 1865 • Various
... Emblem of Purity! That like the star of Bethlehem dost lume The wise of heart through this life's deepest gloom To hope, and joy, and blessedness, Hail to thee! Thou art the Priestess of all Holiness! Standing midway betwixt the earth and heaven, Part shared of either, Mortality inwrought with purer leaven, Good sympathies, sweet thoughts, and stainless love, That like distilled perfume float above ...
— Eidolon - The Course of a Soul and Other Poems • Walter R. Cassels
... 525 Of beads be every rosary, Each pearl replaced by bilberry, Brooches of the heads of leek; Such ornaments, my ladies, seek And those you have give every one. 530 For little honour now is there In dresses and adornments fair, Honour give noble deeds alone, Not costly robes inwrought with gold And pranked with trimmings manifold: 535 Give these now to help helmets make. And ye, good priors, I bid you take And divide all that you hold Among the soldiers of the guard And great shall be your reward. 540 ...
— Four Plays of Gil Vicente • Gil Vicente
... form in a mantle grey Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out. Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thin opiate wand— ...
— Percy Bysshe Shelley • John Addington Symonds |
