crisp-smiling

Updated: May 3, 2025

Here Venus rose from the crisp-smiling waves, in a rich atmosphere of light and beauty—there Leda toyed with the wreathed neck and ruffled plumage of the enamoured swan—in this compartment, Danaë lay warm and languid, impotent to resist the blended power of the God’s passion and his gold—in that, Ariadne clung delighted to the bosom of the rosy wine-God.

Henry William Herbert - The Roman Traitor, Vol. 1