Lawns, flower-borders, and stiff box Charactery sparkled and shone in the hot sunshine.
"Anthony Lyveden"
Dornford Yates
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled Books in Charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain- When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting Love;-then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
"Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends"
John Keats
History makes use of me to weave her web To her long while aforetime-figured mesh And contemplated Charactery: no more.
"The Dynasts An Epic-Drama Of The War With Napoleon, In Three Parts, Nineteen Acts, And One Hundred And Thirty Scenes"
Thomas Hardy