- Men were all about us at their affairs with Nature's face; and here stood I, a man of themselves, and at my feet the Oread lay at ease and watched her young. - "Lore of Proserpine", Maurice Hewlett.
- I used rather to like Solitude- to fancy her a somewhat quiet and serious, yet fair nymph; an Oread, descending to me from lone mountain- passes, something of the blue mist of hills in her array and of their chill breeze in her breath, but much also of their solemn beauty in her mien. - "Shirley", Charlotte BrontÃ«.
- I never ventured to read them to my Oread or fellow students. - "Confessions of Boyhood", John Albee.