There is the hamadryad, for instance.
"The Soul of a People"
H. Fielding
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car, And driven the hamadryad from the wood 10 To seek a shelter in some happier star?
"Selections From Poe"
J. Montgomery Gambrill
Feeling them there, for ever there, inalienable, ready to start forth and greet successive generations-as the hamadryad greeted Rhaicos from his father's oak-those mythopoets called them by immortal names.
"Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, Vol III."
John Symonds