Communion The rain falls down Silverly On the dark night.
"I Run with the Fox"
Mona Gould
Still the trumpets blew most Silverly, and still the people knelt; and as he came, we knelt and had his blessing.
"Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, Vol III."
John Symonds
And Silverly the river runs, And many a graceful wind he makes, By fields where feed the happy flocks, And hedge-rows hushing pleasant lanes, The charms of English home reflected In his shining eye: Ancestral oak, broad-foliaged elm, Rich meadows sunned and starred with flowers, The cottage breathing tender smoke Against the brooding golden air, With glimpses of a stately mansion On a woodland sward; And circling round, as with a ring, The distance spreading amber haze, Enclosing hills and pastures sweet; A depth of soft and mellow light Which fills the heart with sudden yearning Aimless and serene!
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith