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“The darkness is not so dense as it was; there are faint streaks on the horizon's verge; mist is in the valleys, but there is a radiance on the distant hill. It comes nearer--that promise of the day. The clouds roll rapidly away, and they are fringed with amber and gold. It is, it is the blest sunlight that I feel around me--Morning! It is morning!”

Feels Morning Darkness Promise Gold Clouds Hills Horizon Valleys Sunlight Mist Verge Radiance Dense Streaks Amber

Book:John Bunyan, a lecture

Source: John Bunyan, a lecture

“The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded over with pillars of gold; And there Jerusalem's pillars stood.”

Fields Gold Saint Woods Hills Pillars Jerusalem

Author:William Blake

“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.”

Light Beautiful Black Sky Fairs Gold Slave Hills Paradise Regions Broads Virgins Rosy Peruvians

Author:William C. Bryant

“Love is Enough Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter: The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.”

Source: Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough

“The thought was, 'We're going to go to California, where the soil is black and ten feet deep, and there are no rocks, and there's gold in the hills.' The West becomes the surface onto which people project their fantasies, where once the future had been the place they projected their fantasies. So it's not just the war that ends the utopian communities, but what follows.”

People War Ends Black Community Fantasy Feet Rocks Ten Projects Gold West Surface Hills California Soil Utopian

Author:Christine Jennings

“Bastian had climbed a dune of purplish-red sand and all around him he saw nothing but hill after hill of every imaginable color. Each hill revealed a shade or tint that occured in no other. The nearest was cobalt blue, another was saffron yellow, then came crimson red, then indigo, apple green, sky blue, orange, peach, mauve, turquoise blue, lilac, moss green, ruby red, burnt umber, Indian yellow, vermillion, lapis lazuli, and so on from horizon to horizon. And between the hill, separating color from color, flowed streams of gold and silver sand.”

Saws Sky Color Red Gold Blue Green Hills Indian Streams Apples Sand Silver Horizon Shade Yellow Orange Moss Separating Peaches Crimson Rubies Gold And Silver Lilac Indigo Turquoise Saffron Cobalt

Author:Michael Ende

“Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “ It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent oft he hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?”

Source: Complete Fairy Tales of Oscar Wilde

“For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered. It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and the blood on it. It is where you go when you are told that you are a bubble on the tide of empire. It is where you go when you hear that thar's gold in them-thar hills. It is where you go to grow up with the country. It is where you go to spend your old age. Or it is just where you go.”

Giving Looks Country Hands Age Grows Growing Up Plans Blood Land Fields Letters Gold West Old Age Hills Empires Bubbles Tides Blades

Author:Robert Penn Warren

“Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the gold we glimpsed in distant hills pales as dross compared to treasure we had in hand.”

Men Hands Values Realizing Gone Stupid Gold Treasure Cease Hills Pale Dross Very Stupid

Author:Ann Aguirre

“Jerusalem (1804) And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand 'Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land”

“And at the moment of contact, they do not know if the hand that is reaching for theirs belongs to a Hindu or Muslim or Christian or Brahmin or untouchable or whether you were born in this city or arrived only this morning or whether you live in Malabar Hill or New York or Jogeshwari; whether you’re from Bombay or Mumbai or New York. All they know is that you’re trying to get to the city of gold, and that’s enough. Come on board, they say. We’ll adjust.”

Ifs Knows Trying Enough Moments Hands Christian Born Cities Morning New York Gold Contact Hills Boards Reaching Untouchables Bombay Mumbai Brahmins

Author:Suketu Mehta

“Forest deep, silent bells There's a secret no one tells Valley quiet, water still Lynburns watching on the hill Apples red, corn gold Almost everyone grows old”

Stills Grows Water Secret Quiet Red Gold Silent Forests Hills Apples Valleys Bells Corn

Book:Unspoken (The Lynburn Legacy Book 1)

Source: Unspoken (The Lynburn Legacy Book 1)

“Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been shed like tears And lonely birds have sung their grief. ...After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold. ...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin To hold the hairpins any more.”

May Has Beens War Country Home Three White Grief Fire Tree Tears Hair Months Messages Spring Bird Rivers Lonely Gold Green Endure Hills Grass Shed Strokes Three Months Petals White Hair

Author:Du Fu