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146 examples of dryades in sentences

If there were a dryad or other such nimble creature on the street, she would come leaping as though Orpheus strummed a tune, but the dance is too fast for our languid northern feet.

With a violent effort he steadied himself by grasping a tree, and had hardly accomplished so much when a tall dark maiden, straight as an arrow, slim as an antelope, wildly beautiful as a Dryad, but liker a Maenad with her aspect of mingled disdain and dismay, and step hasty as of one pursuing or pursued, suddenly checked her speed on perceiving him.

Thus Ovid tells a beautiful story of Erisicthon's impious attack on the grove of Ceres, and it may be remembered how the Greek dryads and hamadryads had their life linked to a tree, and, "as this withers and dies, they themselves fall away and cease to be; any injury to bough or twig is felt as a wound, and a wholesale hewing down puts an end to them at oncea cry of anguish escapes them when the cruel axe comes near.

Call, assemble the nymphshamadryad and dryad the echoes who court From the rock, who the rushes inhabit, in ripples who swim and disport.

To-morrow I'll be shrewish, shy, perverse, Exacting, coldall April in my moods: We'll walk the forest, and I'll slip from him, Hide me like Dryad

or what associating league to the imagination can there be between the seers, and the seers not, of a presential miracle? Were an artist to paint upon demand a picture of a Dryad, we will ask whether, in the present low state of expectation, the patron would not, or ought not to be fully satisfied with a beautiful naked figure recumbent under wide-stretched oaks?

Let them say of him, in the cant of modern criticism, that his performances cannot be great, because they are faultless; it is enough for me, that his mellow notes, heard at the earliest flush of morning, in the more busy hour of noon, or the quiet lull of evening, come upon the ear in a stream of unqualified melody, as if he had learned to sing under the direct instruction of that beautiful Dryad who taught the Lark and the Nightingale.

Ah, surely, this is some sportsman,"the hunter's call, to faun and dryad known."

The deep-lashed dryad of the shade.

Now, Morpheus, rouse thee from thy sable den, Charm all his senses with a slumb'ring trance; Whilst old Sylvanus send[s] a lovely train Of satyrs, dryades, and water nymphs Out of their bowers to tune their silver strings, And with sweet-sounding music sing Some pleasing madrigals and roundelays, To comfort Sophos in his deep distress.

For him the Naiads and the Dryads mourn, Whom the sad Echo answers in her turn; And now the sister-nymphs prepare his urn: When, looking for his corpse, they only found A rising stalk, with yellow blossoms crowned.

Here also playing on the grassy greene, Woodgods, and Satyres, and swift Dryades, With many Fairies oft were dauncing seene.

We tried, at first in vain, to fix our eyes on some one dominant or typical form, while every form was clamouring, as it were, to be looked at, and a fresh Dryad gazed out of every bush and with wooing eyes asked to be wooed again.

Well could I picture thee, a dusky sprite, With Dryad hoofs on Thracian ledges drumming, When day is slipping from the arms of night And all the hushed leaves whisper, "Pan is coming!"

Dryades, Oriades, Hamadryades. 1194.

I picture thee within with dainty satin sides, Where all the long day through the sleeping dryad dreams, But when the moon bends low and taps thee thrice she glides, Knowing the fairy knock, to bask within her beams.

"You take shape from solitude and empty air as easily as a Dryad steps from her tree.

" "There are no Dryads now," said Marguerite, sententiously.

You would think of me just as you would have thought of the Dryad yesterday, if she had stepped from the tree and stepped back again?" "Are you going to Martinique?"

It was young, elemental joy, every step of it; sexless, no Bacchante dance, but rather a paeon of ecstasy, such as a dryad might have danced in the woods.

When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known!

Faun and Dryad.

To them this radiant young creature in her rich, delicate raiment could not seem real at first; she was too lovely, too like an enchanting vision born of the dim green shadows of the forest, a bewitching dryad, an exquisite sprite.

Robert Browning, The Return of the Druses. DRYAS or DRYAD, a wood-nymph, whose life was bound up with that of her tree (Greek, [Greek: dryas, dryados].)

Get me my pipe, you laughing dryad, and I will play for you." He played for her and all England heard.

In days of yore, while yet the world was new, And all around was beautiful to view When spring or summer ruled the happy hours, And golden fruit hung down mid opening flowers; When, if you chanced among the woods to stray, The rosy-footed dryad led the way, Or if, beside a mountain brook, your path, You ever caught some naรฏad at her bath: 'Twas in that golden day, that Damon strayed.

He may have found some fascination in the incompleteness that argued want of will but not of art, and a rough-hewn Madonna may have been to him what a Dryad still enclosed within a gnarled oak was to a Greek poet's fancy.

More of | him in | -quire not, | than I | choose to | say; Nymph or | dryad | bore him | else 'twas | witch or | fay; Ask you | who his | father?

It needs a peculiar lightness of hand to give grace to these colloquial numbers, and the author of Ionica is more at home in the dryad-haunted forest with Comatas.

"The Lady to her Guitar", that recalls the dead and forgotten player, sings: It is as if the glassy brook Should image still its willows fair, Though years ago the woodman's stroke Laid low in dust their Dryad-hair.

A nymph, he thought it wasa beautiful Oread from away up there among the silver peaks and purple canyonsor, perhaps, a lovely Dryad from among the oaks and pines.

It was she who first suggested Dryads street for a short cut and at Triton Walk was first to hear, on before, the music,ah, those horn-bursting Dutchmen!

The dryad and the hired boy. Illustrated by C. J. McCarthy.

The dryad and the hired boy.

The dryad and the hired boy.

The dryad and the hired boy. Illustrated by C. J. McCarthy.

The dryad and the hired boy.

The dryad and the hired boy.

In fact, this Nuthatch keeps his nest a secret from everybody but his wife and the Dryad of the tree in which he places it; he will not even trust the little branches with his precious home, but makes it in the wood of the tree itself.

Dufau calls her works illustrations and posters, and gives the following as the principal examples: "Fils des Mariniers," in Museum of Cognac; "Rhythme," "Dryades," "Automne," a study, Manzi collection; "Espagne," "ร‰tรฉ," Behourd collection; "Automne," Gallery of the Luxembourg.



"This must be a Dryad-tree!"

" Old Pipes had never, to his knowledge, seen a Dryad-tree, but he knew there were such trees on the hill-sides and the mountains, and that Dryads lived in them.

He knew, too, that in the summer-time, on those days when the moon rose before the sun went down, a Dryad could come out of her tree if any one could find the key which locked her in, and turn it.

As he did so, a large part of the side of the tree was pushed open, and a beautiful Dryad stepped quickly out.

What can I do for you, to show you how grateful I am?" "I am very glad," said Old Pipes, "that I let you out, since I see that it makes you so happy; but I must admit that I tried to find the key because I had a great desire to see a Dryad.

" "To the village!" exclaimed the Dryad.

And, handing the little bag to the Dryad, he bade her good-night, and turned toward his cottage.

"Good-night," said the Dryad.

Did he take the money?" Old Pipes was just about to tell her that he had sent the money to the village by a Dryad, when he suddenly reflected that his mother would be sure to disapprove such a proceeding, and so he merely said he had sent it by a person whom he had met.

When Old Pipes left the Dryad, she did not go down to the village with the little bag of money.

This was, that a kiss from a Dryad made a person ten years younger.

Now, Old Pipes had been kissed twice by the Dryad, once on each cheek, and he therefore felt as vigorous and active as when he was a hale man of fifty.

I really thought that I had seen a Dryad; but when I sat down by that big oak-tree I must have gone to sleep and dreamed it all; and then I came home thinking I had given the money to a Dryad, when it was in my pocket all the time.

I really thought that I had seen a Dryad; but when I sat down by that big oak-tree I must have gone to sleep and dreamed it all; and then I came home thinking I had given the money to a Dryad, when it was in my pocket all the time.

The next morning Old Pipes started down to the village with his money, and on the way he met the Dryad.

" "A dream!" cried the Dryad; "if you only knew how happy you have made me, you would not think it merely a dream.

I thank you, I thank you, good Dryad, from the bottom of my heart.

It was hard work for the fat little fellow, and when he had crossed the valley and had gone some distance into the woods on the hill-side, he stopped to rest, and, in a few minutes, the Dryad came tripping along.

and how did you get out of your tree?" "Doing!" cried the Dryad; "I am being happy; that's what I am doing.

What have I ever done to you that you should have condemned me for years and years to echo back the notes of those wretched pipes?" At this the Dryad laughed loudly.

Every afternoon the merry notes of the pipes of Old Pipes sounded down into the valley and over the hills and up the mountain-side; and every afternoon when he had echoed them back, the little dwarf grew more and more angry with the Dryad.

The Echo-dwarf did not generally care to see or speak to ordinary people; but now he was so anxious to find the object of his search, that he stopped and asked Old Pipes if he had seen the Dryad.

"No," he said; "I have not seen her, and I have been looking everywhere for her." "You!" cried the dwarf, "what do you wish with her?" Old Pipes then sat down on a stone, so that he should be nearer the ear of his small companion, and he told what the Dryad had done for him.

"I am looking for the Dryad now," Old Pipes continued, "on account of my aged mother.

When I was old myself, I did not notice how very old my mother was; but now it shocks me to see how feeble and decrepit her years have caused her to become; and I am looking for the Dryad to ask her to make my mother younger, as she made me.

But you should know that a Dryad can make no person younger but one who lets her out of her tree.

All you need do is to find the Dryad, tell her what you want, and request her to step into her tree and be shut up for a short time.

" "Excellent!" cried Old Pipes; "and I will go instantly and search more diligently for the Dryad.

" "Now, then," said the little fellow to himself, as Old Pipes carried him rapidly along, "if he persuades the Dryad to get into a tree,and she is quite foolish enough to do it,and then goes away to bring his mother, I shall take a stone or a club and I will break off the key of that tree, so that nobody can ever turn it again.

Then Mistress Dryad will see what she has brought upon herself by her behavior to me.

" Before long they came to the great oak-tree in which the Dryad had lived, and, at a distance, they saw that beautiful creature herself coming toward them.

Your business with the Dryad is more important than mine; and you need not say any thing about my having suggested your plan to you.

When the Dryad came up, Old Pipes lost no time in telling her about his mother, and what he wished her to do.

At first, the Dryad answered nothing, but stood looking very sadly at Old Pipes.

I had already thought of making you still happier in this way, and several times I have waited about your cottage, hoping to meet your aged mother, but she never comes outside, and you know a Dryad cannot enter a house.

" "Oh!" cried the Dryad; "now I see through it all.

"No he has not," said the Dryad, whose quick eyes perceived the Echo-dwarf among the rocks.

"Now, then," cried the Dryad, who had opened the door of the great oak, "just stick him in there, and we will shut him up.

" Old Pipes thrust the Echo-dwarf into the tree; the Dryad pushed the door shut; there was a clicking sound of bark and wood, and no one would have noticed that the big oak had ever had an opening in it.

"There," said the Dryad; "now we need not be afraid of him.

And then, the Dryad by his side, he hurried to his cottage.

She had sometimes felt that way herself, and she forbade him ever to mention a Dryad to her again.

But Old Pipes thought he might get the Dryad in trouble if he let any one know that the Echo-dwarf was shut up in the tree, and so he wisely said nothing about it.

let me out!" For a moment the children stood still in astonishment, and then one of the boys exclaimed: "Oh, it is a Dryad, like the one Old Pipes found!

And for fear that their parents might think it well that they should commence their careers anew, they never said a word about finding the Dryad-tree.

The Dryad, who had often come to the cottage to see if she could find an opportunity of carrying out old Pipes's affectionate design, now happened by; and seeing that the much-desired occasion had come, she stepped up quietly behind the old woman and gently kissed her on each cheek, and then as quietly disappeared.

The moment Old Pipes saw his mother, he knew that the Dryad had been there; but, while he felt as happy as a king, he was too wise to say any thing about her.

"Nature has ceased to be lovely," said the Dryad, "and the night-winds chill me.

"How happy they look, sitting there together," said the Dryad; "and I don't believe it will do them a bit of harm to be still younger."

The Dryad sped away to the woods, shrugging her shoulders as she felt the cool evening wind.

" Upon hearing these words the dwarf skipped quickly out, and the Dryad entered the tree and pulled the door shut after her.

The Dryad was not mistaken when she trusted in the piper.

And what became of the Dryad, no one ever knew.

After this the news of her death is reported to Orfeoby a shepherd in the original, by a dryad in the revised version.

The branches of the trees lash one another like penitential dryades.

DRYADS, nymphs of forest trees, which were conceived of as born with the tree they were attached to and dying along with it; they had their abode in wooded mountains away from men; held their revels among themselves, but broke them off at the approach of a human footstep.

In a meadow by the river Halys, 5 Where some wood-god hath the world in keeping, On a burning summer noon they found her, Lovely as a Dryad, and more tender.

Where Jove shook heaven when the red bolt was hurled, Neptune the seaand Phoebus lit the world; Where fair-haired naiads held each silver flood, A fawn each fielda dryad every wood