• Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • n Strephon stref′on a love-sick shepherd in Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia, hence a love-sick swain generally
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In literature:

Lord Chancellor separates Phyllis from Strephon and orders her off.
"The Complete Plays of Gilbert and Sullivan" by William Schwenk Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan
It was a casual piece of such satire as Strephon delights in.
"The Wheels of Chance" by H. G. Wells
Mrs. Tarbox felt a sneaking maternal pity for this suddenly stricken Strephon.
"From Sand Hill to Pine" by Bret Harte
Behemoth was a Strephon, and he thought that he had found his Chloe.
"Garrison's Finish" by W. B. M. Ferguson
We were Strephon and Chloe to be sure.
"The Virginians" by William Makepeace Thackeray
Whilst thus the years of youth go by, Shall Colin languish, Strephon die?
"Echoes from the Sabine Farm" by Roswell Martin Field and Eugene Field
Bless me, STREPHON, how you shi-i-v-e-e-r!
"Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 26, 1892" by Various
Frederick is as mild as Strephon.
"The Goose Girl" by Harold MacGrath
Four brief days afterwards our Strephon has reached Savannah.
"Danger! A True History of a Great City's Wiles and Temptations" by William Howe
If he could have been Strephon to her Chloe it would have been perfect.
"The Side Of The Angels" by Basil King

In poetry:

When she the fate of Niobe beheld,
Why has my pride against my heart rebell'd?
She sighing cried: disdain forsook her breast,
And Strephon now was thought a worthy guest.
"The Fan : A Poem. Book III." by John Gay
The glimmering twilight and the doubtful dawn
Shall see your step to these sad scenes return:
Constant, as crystal dews impearl the lawn,
Shall Strephon's tear bedew Ophelia's urn.
"Elegy IV. Ophilia's Urn. To Mr. Graves" by William Shenstone
’T was strange no Chloe’s “beauteous Form,”
And “Eyes’ celestial Blew,”
This Strephon of the West could warm,
No Nymph his Heart subdue.
"Agnes" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain,
Then hid in shades, eludes her eager swain;
But feigns a laugh, to see me search around,
And by that laugh the willing fair is found.
"Spring - The First Pastoral ; or Damon" by Alexander Pope
In spring the fields, in autumn hills I love,
At morn the plains, at noon the shady grove,
But Delia always; absent from her sight,
Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon delight.
"Spring - The First Pastoral ; or Damon" by Alexander Pope
All nature mourns, the Skies relent in show'rs,
Hush'd are the birds, and clos'd the drooping flow'rs;
If Delia smile, the flow'rs begin to spring,
The skies to brighten, and the birds to sing.
"Spring - The First Pastoral ; or Damon" by Alexander Pope