There were depicted groups of fauns and dryads, fondly reclining in summer bowers, and listening to the liquid piping of the reed; or the wanton satyrs, surprising some wood-nymph during her noontide slumber.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving
The Pipes of Pan were calling, and up in the aisles of the hills moonbeams slyly sought and found bare-limbed dryads darting from the eagerness of wooing fauns.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer
Gone were the fairies from the meadows, gone the dryads from the woods.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer