Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
Moral progress is a process of isolation; the mountain tops are lonely.
Doubly happy, however, is the man to whom lofty mountain tops are within reach.
Over all the mountain tops is peace.
Lightning strikes the tops of the mountains.
And there in the blue air I saw for the first time, far off, the great snowy tops of the Rocky Mountains. I had to get to Denver at once.
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
The highest intellects, like the tops of mountains, are the first to catch and to reflect the dawn.
Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars And reach for the heavens and hope for the future And all that we can be and not what we are.
