“...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“Overheard on a Saltmarsh" Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them? Give them me.… — Harold Monro Copy Share Image
“Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-imbroider'd vale Where… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“With her wild red hair draped around her pallid visage, she could easily be mistaken for a nymph from a Pre-Raphaelite painting.… — Renate Linnenkoper Copy Share Image
“She dreamt in shades of amethyst, drinking the deep purple elixir in ballads of wood nymphs, tiptoeing by elves that hid in… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
