His tales of her declare she condescends; Can share his fires, not always goads and rends: Moreover, quits a throne, and must enclose A queenlier gem than woman's wayside rose.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith
Yea, ere I loved thee, ere a sigh had ask'd Ev'n if the love of woman were for me, A Shape of queenlier grief than ever task'd The votive hearts of antique Chivalry, Born to command the sword, inspire the song, Unveil'd her beauty, and reveal'd her wrong.
"The Poetical Works of Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton, Bart. M.P."
Edward Bulwer Lytton
Rounder, and queenlier, and more fair Her form grew, and her golden hair Fell yearly richer at the master's side.
"Among the Millet and Other Poems"
Archibald Lampman