The increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes,
Hills peep o’er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
Pope, “Criticism.”
And climb the Mount of Blessing, whence, if thou
Look higher, then perchance thou mayest—beyond
A hundred ever-rising mountain lines,
And past the range of Night and Shadow,—see
The high heaven dawn of more than mortal day.
Tennyson, “Tiresias.”
Cowley, in his “Davideis,” says of the Messiah: