Bathed in the setting sun, the hills rolled easily all around him.

On my left, hills swelled and rolled, covered with low vegetation-no trees, no rocks.

The hills rolled away in the mind's eye, the others called.

Gentle, low hills rolled through the forest here, but the walking was easy.

And between them and Jude, it seemed the green, glorious hills rolled forever.

Off to the south the hills roll away to the snow-covered summits of the Pyrenees.

Mile 23.5 - The race turns into Central Park, where the hills roll for a couple of miles.

He looked to the east, where the hills rolled away into a rising membranous darkness that might have been clouds but wasn't.

The hills rolled and folded into each other, hiding little patches of dead ground.

Across the river hills rolled away into the dimness, as far as the eye could reach.