Undulating

Here and there water shone like silver, and beyond, the land rose into blue undulating hills, and so faded into the serenity of the sky.

The ocean swells like an undulating mirror of the bowl of heaven.

Unlike waves that break along the shore, Rossby waves are huge, undulating movements of the ocean that stretch horizontally across the planet for hundreds of kilometers in a westward direction.

Now the slaves began to dance graceful undulating dances to enchanting music.

The moorland itself is a mass of granite upheaved in pre-glacial days, weathered by countless centuries into undulating surfaces, pierced by jagged tors, and interspersed with large patches of bog and peat-mire.

We seem to be transported, as in a dream, to the vines, and orange-groves, and cloudless skies of Greece, and the wearied spirit abandons itself for a while to the soft influences of the azure heaven, the countless luxuriance of roses, the undulating forms of the fair girls dancing in the shade, while youthful attendants brim the beaker with wine.

From Belgrade the train is hauled by a 2-10-0, and makes good time through undulating country, with vineyards and herds of woolly pigs, over single line to Nish, where the Sofia and Istanbul portion, including through coaches (until recently) from Prague to Sofia, the capital of Bulgaria, is detached.

The Borinage coalfield around Mons is another attractive area for the railway enthusiast; it is rather like South Lancashire, with its gently undulating landscape studded with slag heaps and pithead gear and criss-crossed by railway lines and tramways.

Leaving behind us the town at the bottom of its deep bay, we set out to explore a bluff-headed parallelogramical promontory, bounded by Thurso Bay on the one hand, and Murkle Bay on the other, and which presents to the open sea, in the space that stretches between, an undulating line of iron-bound coast, exposed to the roll of the northern ocean.

In good poetry every word and phrase, as Professor McKail says, reverberates like the sound of a lyre, and leaves after it numberless undulatings. The verse exhales sweet sound, and light-like thought, as perfumes do; but we cannot explain just why.