Merrill figures the adolescent yearnings evoked (and outgrown) in "Volcanic Holiday" in terms of the Paterian ideal--"To burn always with a hard, gemlike
flame"--in his memoir A Different Person (1993), an account of his coming of age as a poet and a gay man.
The seemingly smooth surfaces of Kathleen, Man Burning and the gemlike
Baby That's Not All reveal dark passion and resolute commitment worthy of influences such as Leonard Cohen and Gillian Welch.
He would live exclusively in the moment, burning always with a hard, gemlike
Better yet, the headnotes he has written for each of Scully's essays are themselves gemlike
In fact, one could well interpret his much derided declaration in the conclusion to The Renaissance--"To burn always with a hard gemlike
flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life"--as marking the incendiary encounter of aestheticism's radical.
Bryner is adept at realistic dialogue and knows when to place a phrase in dialect, its strangeness giving it a gemlike
Mary speared a strawberry of perfect ripeness from the gemlike
breakfast fruit in the crystalline bowl.
But The Cosmic Fairy is the book those autobiographies yearn to be, a gemlike
little account of the humanistic worldview one retired schoolmaster found satisfaction in crafting for himself.
Before me, a coconut shell filled with lobster in coconut milk, piped with mashed potatoes and studded with gemlike
squares of red and green pepper, seems like a concoction to warm the heart of Amado's cooking instructor par excellence, Dona Flor.
There are the brilliant gemlike
hues such as `Ruby Red' or a real `Crystalline Orange.
En outre, l'amant auquel elle s'est sacrifiee, Francesco de Medici, etait, selon Joscelyn Godwin, l'homme le plus "Polyphilique" possible: "In the following century, no one could have been more Polyphilic than Francesco de Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany, with his wonderland garden at Pratolino, full of gardens, fountains and automata, and his gemlike
studiolo in the Palazzo Vecchio in Florence .
We may hear Paterian echoes here, but Evans's is not the world of sensation, of the 'hard, gemlike
flame',  of sudden epiphany.