The room was the core of a chrysolite, Burning and shimmering with fiery might.
"Sword Blades and Poppy Seed" by Amy Lowell
It was the one ring Barbara had worn as a girl, a chrysolite set plainly in a band of gold.
"Paul Kelver" by Jerome Klapka, AKA Jerome K. Jerome
A broad band, translucent as sun golden chrysolite, ran about its periphery.
"The Metal Monster" by A. Merritt
Go before us now to the Cave of Chrysolites, O my brothers.
"The Shaving of Shagpat, Complete" by George Meredith
As to your grandchild, Miss Juliet Araminta, she is a perfect chrysolite.
"What Will He Do With It, Complete" by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
Green as the stream in the glen, whose pure and chrysolite waters Flow o'er a schistous bed, and serene as the age of the righteous.
"Rides on Railways" by Samuel Sidney
It abounds in precious stones, as rubies, sapphires, cats-eyes, topazes, chrysolites, amythests, and berils.
"A General History and Collection of Voyages and Travels, Volume VII" by Robert Kerr
Its hardness is not superior to that of olivine or massive chrysolite.
"Scientific American Supplement, No. 530, February 27, 1886" by Various
The New England sky was flooded for a moment with seas of chrysolite and opal.
"Stories of Authors, British and American" by Edwin Watts Chubb
Certain stones, notably the peridot (or chrysolite) and the hessonite (or cinnamon stone), have an oily luster.
"A Text-Book of Precious Stones for Jewelers and the Gem-Loving Public" by Frank Bertram Wade
I do but vex arithmetic
With details of delight,
And shiver into fragments up
Your perfect chrysolite.
"Immortal Eve - III" by Manmohan Ghose
At home a deeper thought may light
The inward sky with chrysolite,
And I greet from far the ray,
Aurora of a dearer day.
"Una" by Ralph Waldo Emerson
See the keen flame throb and tremble,
Brightening in the darkening night,
Breathing like a thing of passion,
In the sky's smooth chrysolite.
"Song" by Emma Lazarus
The merchants brought him steatite from Sidon
in their painted ships:
The meanest cup that touched his lips was
fashioned from a chrysolite.
"The Sphinx" by Oscar Wilde
Oh moment, one and infinite!
The water slips o'er stock and stone;
The West is tender, hardly bright:
How grey at once is the evening grown—-
One star, its chrysolite!
"By The Fire-Side" by Robert Browning
Eve. The nearer I approach, more and more lovely
His semblance seems of emerald and sapphire,
Now ruby and now amethyst, and now
Of jasper, pearl, and flaming chrysolite
Each fold it waving forms around the trunk Of this fair flowering tree!
"Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 2. " by William Cowper