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.

With a smile that glow'd

Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 618.

When twilight dews are falling soft

Upon the rosy sea, love,

I watch the star whose beam so oft

Has lighted me to thee, love.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): When Twilight Dews.

Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime

Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,

When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep

Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 1.