Upwreath

1822, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Apologia pro Vita Sua” in Ernest Hartley Coleridge (ed.), The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1912, p. 345, In unctuous cones of kindling coal, Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe’s trim bole, His [the poet’s] gifted ken can see Phantoms of sublimity.

And around it columns of smoke, upwreathing, Rose from the boiling, bubbling, seething Caldron, that glowed, And overflowed With the black tar, heated for the sheathing.

Ambrosial banquet for Olympus fit, Whose savours with the sweetest incense breathed Of youth, and hope, and energy, and wit, And thoughts of love that with these fumes upwreathed.

And a little off to the left, at about a mile’s distance, lay a large rubbish and garbage dump, from which coils of black and yellow smoke upwreathed into the peaceful Sunday morning air.

1830, Reginald Heber, “Morte d'Arthur: A Fragment,” Canto 2, stanza 14, in The Poetical Works of Reginald Heber, London: Frederick Warne, no date, p. 210, […] coiled around his crest, a dragon long Upwreathed its golden spires the wavy plumes among.

By thy upwreathed locks that scent the wind, O! hear my prayer, and aid; for Myrrha is unkind!

And your fair vestals, watchful, swing Sweet incense for their welcoming, The while our thuribles shall be Upwreathing odorous thoughts to thee;