There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars,
brother, all sweet things: there's likewise a wind on
the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to
die? George Henry Borrow Lavengro, ch.25.
lingered around them, under the benign sky; watched the moths
fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the
soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how
anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the
sleepers in that quiet earth. EmilyJane Bronte« Wuthering Heights, ch.34, closing words.
Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a
poetic child! Land of brown heath
and shaggy wood, Land of the
mountain and the flood. Land of my sires!
what mortal hand Can e'er untie the
filial band That knits me to
thy rugged strand! Sir Walter Scott The Lay of the Last Minstrel, canto 6, stanza 2.
Speak out, sir, and do not Maister or Campbell memy
foot is on my
native heath, and my name is MacGregor! Sir Walter Scott Rob Roy to Francis Osbaldistone. Rob Roy, ch.34.