Fairer never grew before poet's eye of old in the fabled Hesperides.
"Recreations of Christopher North, Volume 2" by John Wilson
The Apples of Hesperides, Kansas.
"The Best Short Stories of 1915" by Various
Is not Love a Hercules Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
"Shakspere, Personal Recollections" by John A. Joyce
The twelfth and last was killing the serpent, and gaining the golden fruit in the gardens of the Hesperides.
"Roman Antiquities, and Ancient Mythology" by Charles K. Dillaway
Hercules would not let him go until he had learned in what locality he could find the golden apples of the Hesperides.
"Myths and Legends of All Nations" by Various
In Greek legend apples are stolen from the garden of Hesperides.
"The Evolution of the Dragon" by G. Elliot Smith
There is a dreamy summer about them which make them enticing as the Hesperides of the ancients.
"Old Mackinaw" by W. P. Strickland
Hesperides, an inference from, 100.
"The Biglow Papers" by James Russell Lowell
There is the Garden of the Hesperides, and of them must thou ask the way.
"A Book of Myths" by Jean Lang
Honour to the name of Jeremiah Rosher, the discoverer of the "capabilities" of this Garden of the Hesperides.
"Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 61, No. 378, April, 1847" by Various
Men say--beyond the western seas
The happy isles no longer glow,
No sailor sights Hesperides,
All that was long ago.
"Hesperides" by Richard Le Gallienne
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
Into the sunset's turquoise marge
The moon dips, like a pearly barge
Enchantment sails through magic seas
To faeryland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.
"At Sunset" by Madison Julius Cawein
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
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