Many of the old familiar faces were absent, they too had gone-some to other lands, some to another world.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
Beyond the ravines, on high table-lands, negro villages again began to appear.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
The very hills and solid lands are no more than shadows, or "Like clouds that shape themselves and go."
"A Key to Lord Tennyson's 'In Memoriam'"
Alfred Gatty