“Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?” StillsDreamPastNextSidesSleepVisionHillsStreamsBuriedValleysWakingFadesMeadowsAnthemNightingalesAdieuBright Star Author:John Keats
“The school was nothing but reminiscence - of an Italian hill town, a French abbey, an English academy, the different sources improbably but convincingly melded into a fantasy about the classic sites of Europe as imagined by exiles from cold peripheral lands, nostalgia about somebody else's past.” DifferentSchoolPastFantasyLandSourceColdEuropeTownsNostalgiaHillsClassicItalianSiteExileAcademyAbbey Book:A Boy's Own Story: Picador Classic Source: A Boy's Own Story: Picador Classic
“What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This lovely world, the hills, the sward-- They all look fresh, as if our Lord But yesterday had finished them.” IfsWorldLooksMadePastLordFeetSweetSpringCloudsFinishedYesterdayLovelyGoldenHillsOur LordDaisiesPasturesHem Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow
“Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed.” YearsPastNightBoysCarFrontsColorBearsBirdRedYears AgoHorseHillsWheelsSundayAfternoonCavesAll NightMotorWalesHarpsDampParlorDuchessDaftFlannelsSunday AfternoonsMotor CarsDeacons Book:A Child's Christmas in Wales Source: A Child's Christmas in Wales