"Steepy" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... answered him, "As far from hence think I As on two days a speedy post well rideth, To Gaza-ward a little plain doth lie, Itself among the steepy hills which hideth, Through it slow falling from the mountains high, A rolling brook twixt bush and bramble glideth, Clad with thick shade of boughs of broad-leaved treen, Fit place for men to lie ...
— Jerusalem Delivered • Torquato Tasso
... father's seat— Repose, to patriot-memory dear, Thou tried companion, whom at last I greet By steepy banks of Hudson here. How oft I told thee of this scene— The Highlands blue—the river's narrowing sheen. Little at Gettysburg we thought To find such haven; but God kept it green. Long rest! with belt, and bayonet, ...
— Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War • Herman Melville
... he takes, wherewith he calleth spirits pale From Orcus, or those others sends sad Tartarus beneath, And giveth sleep and takes away, and openeth eyes to death; The rod that sways the ocean-winds and rules the cloudy rack. Now winging way he comes in sight of peak and steepy back Of flinty Atlas, on whose head all heaven is set adown— Of Atlas with the piny head, and never-failing crown Of mirky cloud, beat on with rain and all the winds that blow: 249 A snow-cloak o'er his shoulders falls, and headlong streams overflow His ancient chin; his bristling beard with ...
— The AEneids of Virgil - Done into English Verse • Virgil
... with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, or hills, or field, Or woods and steepy ...
— Little Rivers - A Book Of Essays In Profitable Idleness • Henry van Dyke
... beating heart as I behold Each lovely nymph, our island's boast and pride, Push on the generous steed, that sweeps along O'er rough, o'er smooth, nor heeds the steepy hill, Nor falters in the extended vale below! ...
— Rob Roy, Complete, Illustrated • Sir Walter Scott
... cried: "O robed with honour and with glory crowned, Tell me again the story of yon pile." And straight the ancient, shuddering cedars wept, The solemn junipers indued their pall, The moaning wind crept through the trembling oaks And, shrieking, fled. Strange clamour filled the air; The steepy hill shook with the rush of arms; Around me rolled the tide of sudden war. The booming guns pealed forth their dreadful knell; Musketry rattled; shouts, cries, groans, were heard; Men met as foes, and deadly strife ensued. ...
— Laura Secord, the heroine of 1812. - A Drama. And Other Poems. • Sarah Anne Curzon |
