Most blessed—with her yellow floating hair—
Hath brought me to the Muses' holy fane,
To flourish there. —Bland.
Ibycus. (Book xiii. § 76, p. 958.)
What time soft Zephyrs fan the trees
In the blest gardens of th' Hesperides,
Where those bright golden apples glow,
Fed by the fruitful streams that round them flow,
And new-born clusters teem with wine