Fair Venus’ train, appear!—Gray: Ode to Spring.
The graces and the rosy-bosomed hours
Thither all their bounties bring.—Milton: Comus.
En hic in roseis latet papillis.—Catullus.
Full many a gem, of purest ray serene,
The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.—Gray: Elegy.
There kept my charms concealed from mortal eye,