Pure of blood and soul, she standeth Where the marble gauge demandeth, Marble pillar, with black style, Record of the rising Nile, White-robed priests around her kneeling, ibis-banner floating high, Conchs, and drums, and sistrals pealing, And Sesostris standing nigh.
"Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse"
Richard Doddridge Blackmore
Know you, then a house bearing as a sign the figure of a golden ibis?
"Kai Lung's Golden Hours"
Ernest Bramah Commentator: Hilaire Belloc
More strange and wonderful than these Are the Egyptian deities, Ammonn, and Emeth, and the grand Osiris, holding in his hand The lotus; Isis, crowned and veiled; The sacred ibis, and the Sphinx; Bracelets with blue enamelled links; The Scarabee in emerald mailed, Or spreading wide his funeral wings; Lamps that perchance their night-watch kept O'er Cleopatra while she slept,- All plundered from the tombs of kings.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow