Come live with me, and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove, that valleys, groves, or hills, or fields, or woods and steepy mountains, yield.
Spurred on by Archeological interest in the regions pre-Islamic architecture, and by linguistic research conducted by missionaries in Srinagar, [these] Indologists laid the foundation for a potent imagining of ancient Kashmir that grounded its Hindu and Buddhist material in its Hindu elites in the Valley’s topography and history, but dismissed its Muslim masses as later day interlopers.
The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy holy feet visit our clime. Come o'er the eastern hills and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath. Scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.william blake
Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delightOf the Valleys of Dream.william sharp
Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight Of the Valleys of Dream.
The travel writer seeks the world we have lost — the lost Valleys of the imagination.alexander cockburn
But the sound of the church-going bellThese Valleys and rocks never heard;Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd.william cowper
'Tis Summer Time on Bredon,And now the farmers swear:The cattle rise and listenIn Valleys far and near,And blush at what they hear.But when the mists in autumnOn Bredon top are thick,And happy hymns of farmersGo up from fold and rick,The cattle then are sick.hugh kingsmill
Come live with me and be my Love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat hills and Valleys, dales and fields,Or woods or steepy mountain yields.And we will sit upon the rocks,And see the shepherds feed their flocksBy shallow rivers, to whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals.And I will make thee beds of rosesAnd a thousand fragrant posies.Christopher Marlowe
Climb the steep Cold Mountain way Roads to Cold Mountain are many and never ending The Valleys are long and deep, the peaks piled high The streams are wide, the grass is thick The moss is slippery though there is no rain The pines sigh though there is no wind Who can escape the snares of the world And come to sit with me among the white clouds?han shan
In the greenest of our Valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace Radiant palace reared its head.edgar allan poe
As noble Art has survived noble nature, so too she marches ahead of it, fashioning and awakening by her inspiration. Before Truth sends her triumphant light into the depths of the heart, imagination catches its rays, and the peaks of humanity will be glowing when humid night still lingers in the Valleys.friedrich von schiller
Climb the steep Cold Mountain way Roads to Cold Mountain are many and never ending The Valleys are long and deep, the peaks piled high The streams are wide, the grass is thick The moss is slippery though there is no rain The pines sigh though there is no wind Who can escape the snares of the world And come to sit with me among the white clouds?
I sit cross-legged on the rock The Valleys and streams are cold and damp Sitting quietly is beautiful The cliffs are lost in mist and fog I rest happily in this place At dusk the tree shadows are low I look into my mindA white lotus emerges from the dark mudhanshan
Parish's observant father had once commented to her that Toronto was a city of straight streets and square corners built by Scottish bankers to make money - not to look at the beautiful lake or the wonderful Valleys and forests. He was mostly right, but Bay was a rare exception to the city's linear grid.
A Judge ought to prepare his way to a just sentence, as God useth to prepare his way, by raising Valleys and taking down hills: so when there appeareth on either side a high hand, violent prosecution, cunning advantages taken, combination, power, great counsel , then is the virtue of a Judge seen to make inequality equal; that he may plant his judgment as upon even ground.
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down Valleys dreadly desolate; The lonely mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate.robert service
And then, the quiet of the green, inland Valleys of our Father's land, where no tempest comes any more, nor the loud winds are ever heard, nor the salt sea is ever seen; but perpetual calm and blessedness; all mystery gone, and all rebellion hushed and silenced, and all unrest at an end forever! " No more sea;" but, instead of that wild and yeasty chaos of turbulent waters, there shall be the river that makes glad the city of God, the river of water of life, that proceeds "out of the throne of God and of the Lamb."
Oh, heaven without my Saviour Would be no heaven to me; Dim were the walls of jasper Rayless the crystal sea. He gilds earth's darkest Valleys With light and joy and peace; What then must be the radiance When night and death shall cease?
There's a land where the mountains are nameless And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are Valleys unpeopled and still; There's a land oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back and I will.
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the Valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain: Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock, and together again Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain, Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the Valleys of Hall.Sidney Lanier