text:  We traced the pastoral yet noble river winding away in long meanders up-flashing silver through a broad mountain valley dotted with white farms rich in various foliage marked as a map by lines with well-marked hedge-rows; harvest fields full of sheaves yellowing all the lofty slopes that presented these beautiful farms and folds full to the descending sun; those slopes surmounted by grand masses of darkness solemnly contrasted with the gay luxuriance all below; that darkness only the shade of woods nodding like the black plume over the golden armour of some giant hero of fable "magna componere parvis