High winds blow on high hills. [ Proverb ]
Tomorrow; never yet was born
In earth's dull atmosphere a thing so fair
Never tripped, with footsteps light as air,
So glad a vision over the hills of morn. [ Julia C. R. Dorr ]
Hills peep over hills, and Alps on Alps arise! [ Pope ]
Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind;
His soul proud science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way;
Yet simple nature to his hope has given,
Behind the cloud-topt hills, a humbler heaven. [ Pope ]
The hills, rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun. [ Bryant ]
I heard the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff. [ Tennyson ]
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest.
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high.
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
The sun ariseth in his majesty;
Who doth the world so gloriously behold,
That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. [ William Shakespeare ]
The eastern hanging crescent climbeth higher;
See, purple on the azure softly steals.
And Morning, faintly touched with quivering fire
Leans on the frosty summits of the hills,
Like a young girl over her hoary sire. [ Roscoe ]
Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines!
In the soft light of these serenest skies;
From the broad highland region, black with pines,
Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise.
Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold
In rosy flushes on the virgin gold. [ William Cullen Bryant ]
The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard,
Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice
Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims
Tidings of good to Zion. [ Charles Lamb ]
Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams
Driving back shadows over lowering hills. [ William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet ]
The fall of waters and the song of birds.
And hills that echo to the distant herds.
Are luxuries excelling all the glare
The world can boast, and her chief favorites share. [ Cowper ]
Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road.
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height.
Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light. [ Lucy Larcom ]
The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago.
And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow;
But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood,
And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.
Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men.
And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen. [ Bryant ]
Him who lonely loves to seek the distant hills, and there converse with nature. [ Thomson ]
Without great men, great crowds of people in a nation are disgusting; like moving cheese, like hills of ants or of fleas - the more, the worse. [ Ralph Waldo Emerson ]
How many who, after having achieved fame and fortune, recall with regret the time when - ascending the hills of life in the sun of their twentieth year - they had nothing but courage, which is the virtue of the young, and hope, which is the treasure of the poor! [ H. Murger ]