Fairy elves,

Whose midnight revels by a forest side

Or fountain some belated peasant sees,

Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon

Sits arbitress.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 781.

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Bard. III. 3, Line 3.

By fairy hands their knell is rung;

By forms unseen their dirge is sung;

There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,

To bless the turf that wraps their clay;

And Freedom shall awhile repair,

To dwell a weeping hermit there!

William Collins (1720-1756): Ode written in the year 1746.

And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 496.

It faded on the crowing of the cock.

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,

The bird of dawning singeth all night long:

And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;

The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,

So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

There was a place in childhood that I remember well,

And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.

Samuel Lover (1797-1868): My Mother dear.

What fairy-like music steals over the sea,

Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?

Mrs. C. B. Wilson (—— -1846): What Fairy-like Music.