Definition of "diademmed"

Childhood’s sweet fields renewed, / With daisies and with king-cups gay begemmed, / I saw: then Lindsey’s sweetest sanctitude / Of Druid woods arose, where, giant-stemmed, / Upreared old trees anew with verdure diademmed.

1845, Thomas Cooper, The Purgatory of Suicides. A Prison-Rhyme., London: […] Jeremiah How, […], book IV, stanza XXII, page 134

That fair young maiden diademmed with light / Made her dear mother’s fame more sparkling bright, / As the blue offspring of the Turquoise Hills / The parent Mount with richer glory fills, / When the Cloud’s voice has caused the gem to spring, / Responsive to its gentle thundering.

1853, Kálidása, “Uma’s Nativity”, in Ralph T[homas] H[otchkin] Griffith, transl., The Birth of the War-God. A Poem by Kálidása., London: W[illia]m H[oughton] Allen & Co., […], page 5

I will raise up my head of a night-time against the sky, and the old, old unbought stars shall twinkle through my hair, and we shall not envy any of the diademmed queens of the world.

1917, Lord Dunsany [Edward Plunkett], “The Tents of the Arabs”, in Plays of Gods and Men, New York, N.Y., London: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, act II, page 49

And those salt tears your lashes gemmed / Were but the breath of flame distilled; / Flame white and pure, and diademmed / With suffering,—pain with joy fulfilled.

1922 February, Miriam Campbell, “A Dream of Brittany”, in The Educational Times: A Review of Ideas and Methods, volume IV (new series)/LXXIV (old series), page 64, column 1

Over all, from the centre of the sideboard, a bust of the old Queen, diademmed and Garter-ribboned, threw a glance of stony approbation.

1922 March, Orlo Williams, “An Interior”, in Leonard Huxley, editor, The Cornhill Magazine, London: John Murray, […], page 347

Although rifled from her temple, the figure of a cow, then worshiped as the goddess of the Egyptians, still stands unmarred and diademmed in the museum at Cairo, showing the reverence of the queen for her divinity.

1941, Anna de Koven, “Women of Antiquity”, in Women in Cycles of Culture, New York, N.Y.: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, page 2

But he so beautiful and diademmed, his long Italian hands so wrung with rain I find his ache exists beyond my rim, then almost weep to see a broken man had satisfied my whim.

1956 November, P[atricia] K[athleen] Page, “After Rain”, in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, volume LXXXIX, number 2, page 101