text:  There is neither a Buyukdere nor a Therapia nor palaces of ambassadors nor an Armenian nor Frank city; there is nothing but mountains with glens which separate them; little valleys enameled with green which lie at the foot of overhanging rocks; torrents which enliven the scene with their foam; forests which darken it by their shade or dip their boughs in the waves; a variety of forms of tints and of foliage which the pencil of the painter is alike unable to represent or the pen of the poet to describe