In spiders they are often of a sapphirine colour, and clear as crystal.
Whatever there was in the bit of sapphirine blue, it had life.
Ghosts—ghosts—the sapphirine air Teems with them even to the gleaming ends Of the wild day-spring!
He would have taken her hand on this, but the grave, direct gaze of her sapphirine eyes restrained him.
Her sapphirine eyes were shining, her hands lay inert in her lap, her lips quivered softly.