Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are bright

On river and forest, o'er mountain and lea.

Charles Jefferys (1807-1865): Come, wander with me.

The intelligible forms of ancient poets,

The fair humanities of old religion,

The power, the beauty, and the majesty

That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain,

Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,

Or chasms and watery depths,—all these have vanished;

They live no longer in the faith of reason.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Wallenstein. Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4. (Translated from Schiller.)

'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,

And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 7.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,

Meet nurse for a poetic child!

Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;

Land of the mountain and the flood!

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto vi. Stanza 2.

Like the dew on the mountain,

Like the foam on the river,

Like the bubble on the fountain,

Thou art gone, and forever!

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto iii. Stanza 16.

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

John Milton (1608-1674): L'Allegro. Line 36.

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish;

A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,

A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory

With trees upon 't.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.

With useless endeavour

Forever, forever,

Is Sisyphus rolling

His stone up the mountain!

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): The Masque of Pandora. Chorus of the Eumenides.

My country, 't is of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing:

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims' pride,

From every mountain-side

Let freedom ring.

Samuel Francis Smith (1808-1895): National Hymn.

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear;

Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,

And trifles life.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 208.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day

Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Britannia needs no bulwarks,

No towers along the steep;

Her march is o'er the mountain waves,

Her home is on the deep.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Ye Mariners of England.

When Freedom from her mountain-height

Unfurled her standard to the air,

She tore the azure robe of night,

And set the stars of glory there.

She mingled with its gorgeous dyes

The milky baldric of the skies,

And striped its pure, celestial white

With streakings of the morning light.

Flag of the free heart's hope and home!

By angel hands to valour given!

Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,

And all thy hues were born in heaven.

Forever float that standard sheet!

Where breathes the foe but falls before us,

With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,

And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?

Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820): The American Flag.

The cold winds swept the mountain-height,

And pathless was the dreary wild,

And 'mid the cheerless hours of night

A mother wandered with her child:

As through the drifting snows she press'd,

The babe was sleeping on her breast.

Seba Smith (1792-1868): The Snow Storm.