The disciples seem alone; but up yonder, in some hidden cleft of the hills, their Master looks down on all the weltering storm, and lifts His voice in prayer. Then when the need is sorest, and the hope least, He comes across the waves, making their surges His pavement, and using all opposition as the means of His approach; and His presence brings calmness; and immediately they are at the land.
And yonder by Nankin, behold! The Tower of Porcelain, strange and old, Uplifting to the astonished skies Its ninefold painted balconies, With balustrades of twining leaves, And roofs of tile, beneath whose eaves Hang porcelain bells that all the time Ring with a soft, melodious chime; While the whole fabric is ablaze With varied tints, all fused in one Great mass of color, like a maze Of flowers illumined by the sun.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain.thomas gray
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain.thomas gray
Brethren, understand that the gospel is a gospel which brings a present salvation; and try to feel that it is not presumption, but simply out of the very fundamental principle of it, when you are not afraid to say, "I know that my Redeemer is yonder, and I know that He loves me."alexander maclaren
Where in venerable rows Widely waving oaks enclose The moat of yonder antique hall, Swarm the rooks with clamorous call; And, to the toils of nature true, Wreath their capacious nests anew.thomas warton
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.thomas hardy
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea; My plaidie to the angryairt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee.Robert Burns
What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?Ben Jonson
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life! - In tragic hints here see what evermore Moves dark as yonder midnight ocean's force, Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse, To throw that faint thin fine upon the shore!George Meredith
See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
She rears her young on yonder tree; She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em; Like us, for fish she sails to sea, And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em. Yo, ho, my hearts! let's seek the deep, Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her, While slow the bending net we sweep, God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher.
Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?Alexander Pope
Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder.
Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.william shakespeare
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards.william shakespeare
And yonder fly his scattered golden arrows, And smite the hills with day.bayard taylor
The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Whence is yonder flower so strangely bright? Would the sunset's last reflected shine Flame so red from that dead flush of light? Dark with passion is its lifted line, Hot, alive, amid the falling night.dora read goodale
Burke said there were Three Estates in Parliament; but, in the Reporters' Gallery yonder, there sat a Fourth Estate more important far than they all. It is not a figure of speech, or a witty saying; it is a literal fact, - very momentous to us in these times.
Bow before him, all creation! Mortals, own the God of love! Seek him high the stars above, yonder is his habitation!friedrich von schiller