Its flame and smoke leaped up from the white hill into the blue heaven.
It was but a small patch of the blue heaven—a disc, not larger than a dining-plate.
Peace was in the blue heaven, on the blue-green sea, on the green land.
The blue heaven was its roof, the stars were the lamps that shone from its ceiling.
A blue heaven stretched above, a green rolling plain undulated below, intersected with hedge-rows and flecked with grazing sheep.
At her question he closed his eyes, shutting out the peaceful arch and the bit of blue heaven overhead.
A towering citadel whose foot kept firm the wrinkled earth, and whose battlements touched the blue heaven.
The great fountain sent its flashing silver spirts towards a blue heaven.
Great florid baroque clouds floated high in the blue heaven.
Peace was in the blue heaven, on the blue-green sea, and on the green land.
