Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.

-Milton,John
  Comus,  A Mask, l.230^3.

Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, Or some frail china jar receive a flaw, Or stain her honour, or her new brocade, Forget her pray'rs, or miss a masquerade.

-Pope, Alexander
  The Rape of the Lock, canto 2, l.105^8.

And the rose like a nymph to the bath addressed, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air The soul of her beautyand love lay bare.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'The Sensitive Plant', pt.1, l.29^32.