Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomd caves of Ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Gray.Elegy, Verse 14.
As in the hollow breast of Apennine, Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, A myrtle rises far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance oer the wild. Thomson.Autumn, Line 210.
In distant wilds, by human eyes unseen, She rears her flowers and spreads her velvet green; Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert trace, And waste their music on the savage race. Dr. Young.Satire V. Line 229.