The Hesperides were the three daughters of Night, who ruled the guardian dragon.
"Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 10" by Charles Herbert Sylvester
Hercules would not let him go until he had learned in what locality he could find the golden apples of the Hesperides.
"Famous Tales of Fact and Fancy" by Various
Juno had left these apples with the Hesperides for safekeeping.
"A History of Art for Beginners and Students" by Clara Erskine Clement
These were represented as the golden apples watched by a dragon in the garden of the Hesperides.
"The Metamorphoses of Ovid" by Publius Ovidius Naso
Could the Garden of the Hesperides have held more charms?
"Aunt Jane of Kentucky" by Eliza Calvert Hall
The ancients, in their ignorance, placed the garden of the Hesperides there.
"The Voyages and Adventures of Captain Hatteras" by Jules Verne
A modern garden of the Hesperides lay about her.
"The Paliser case" by Edgar Saltus
The peaches of immortality suggest the apples of the Hesperides.
"The Chinese Fairy Book" by Various
Hesperides, Isles of the Blest, 14.
"The Story of Extinct Civilizations of the West" by Robert E. Anderson
Where are our old guests, the Hesperides?
"Henry of Ofterdingen: A Romance." by Friedrich von Hardenberg
Beyond the blue rim of the world,
Washed round with languid-lapsing seas,
Where the Wind's wings were ever furled
The Ancients dreamed Hesperides.
"Hesperides" by Harry Kemp
Peace! she is well--Sleep folds her in his arms,
And each upheaving of his drowsy breast
Is like a billow upon pleasure's sea,
Wafting her on to far Hesperides.
"Mabel, A Sketch" by Walter Richard Cassels
What islands marvellous are these,
That gem the sunset's tides of light-—
Opals aglow in saffron seas?
How beautiful they lie, and bright,
Like some new-found Hesperides!
"The Cloud-Islands" by Clark Ashton Smith
If after years, if years find us together,
How we shall tell each other the old tale
Of this brave time, when through this doubtful weather
For Love's Hesperides we two set sail!
"The Sentamentalist" by Thomas MacDonagh
Some souls are the Hesperides
Heaven sends to guard the golden age,
Illumining the historic page
With record of their pilgrimage.
True martyr, hero, poet, sage,–
And he was one of these.
"Brock" by Charles Sangster
The pulse that shakes the world with rhythmic beat
Is but the passing of your little feet;
And all the singing vast of all the seas,
Down from the pole
To the Hesperides,
Is but the praying echo of your soul.
"Anima Mundi" by Richard Le Gallienne