Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
For everything seemed resting on his nod, As they could read in all eyes. Now to them, Who were accustomed, as a sort of god, To see the sultan, rich in many a gem, Like an imperial peacock stalk abroad (That royal bird, whose tails a diadem,) With all the pomp of power, it was a doubt How power could condescend to do without. ByronDon Juan. Canto VII. St. 74.
To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacocks plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sables tail. GayRural Sports. Canto I. L. 177.