The Mysteries of Udolpho

Emily often lingered behind the party, to contemplate the distant

landscape, that closed a vista, or that gleamed beneath the dark foliage

of the foreground;--the spiral summits of the mountains, touched with

a purple tint, broken and steep above, but shelving gradually to their

base; the open valley, marked by no formal lines of art; and the tall

groves of cypress, pine and poplar, sometimes embellished by a ruined

villa, whose broken columns appeared between the branches of a pine,

that seemed to droop over their fall.

From other parts of the gardens, the character of the view was entirely

changed, and the fine solitary beauty of the landscape shifted for the

crowded features and varied colouring of inhabitation.

The sun was now gaining fast upon the sky, and the party quitted the

gardens, and retired to repose.