Sweet is every sound,

Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;

Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn,

The moan of doves in immemorial elms,

And murmuring of innumerable bees.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Princess. Part vii. Line 203.

'T is from high life high characters are drawn;

A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 135.

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn,

Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 1.

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 25.

When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn,

With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 516.