I should like to see Buccellini, however, and have a globule of the Elysian essence.
They went about in a state of Elysian beatitude, these young people.
His Elysian gardens, thought he, were about to be snatched away.
Life seemed an elysian dream, from which care and sorrow must be for ever banished.
It would be a wonder if there are really Elysian fields, and in them shades ...