"Bespangle" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... purple ports of death. —The winds all silent are, And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air, Makes vanish every star: Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels; The fields with flowers are decked in every hue, The clouds bespangle with bright gold their blue: Here is the pleasant place, And everything save her, who ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 3 (of 4) • Various |
