And now I am fit for rivalship with your clocks, papa having given me an aeolian harp for the purpose.
"The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1 of 2)"
Frederic G. Kenyon
The voice was hers, and made strange echoes start Through all the haunted chambers of his heart, As an aeolian harp through gusty doors Of some old ruin its wild music pours.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Raising her eyes she suddenly recognized the two far-stretching lines of telegraph wire above her head, and knew the aeolian cry of the morning wind along its vibrating chords.
"On the Frontier"
Bret Harte