nectarous

Ah! not the nectarous poppy lovers use, Not daily labour's dull, Lethæan spring, Oblivion in lost angels can infuse Of the soil'd glory, and the trailing wing.

Then Love took wing, and from his pinions shed On all the multitude a nectarous dew.

"Ah! not the nectarous poppy lovers use, Not daily labor's dull Lethean spring, Oblivion in lost angels can infuse Of the soil'd glory and the trailing wing."

The clear signs of his Fulfilment are not hidden, whensoever the chamber of the purple-robed Hours is opened, and nectarous flowers lead in the fragrant spring.

Come, ye sorrowful, and steep Your tired brows in a nectarous sleep.