|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.|
Isaiah, Chap. lv. Ver. 12.
|For joy, even the unshorn mountains raise their voices to the stars: now the very rocks, the very groves, resound these notes.|
Buckleys Virgil, Ecl. V. Page 15.
| And wave your tops, ye pines,|
With every plant, in sign of worship wave!
Milton.Paradise Lost, Book V.