forest-steeps

Updated: May 11, 2025

At length, the moon slowly rose above the dark forest-steeps, gleaming on the gay pavilion and glittering pennon of Montreal, on the verdant sward, the polished mail of the soldiers, stretched on the grass in various groups, half-shaded by oaks and cypress, and the war-steeds grazing peaceably together a wild mixture of the Pastoral and the Iron time.

Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton - Rienzi, Last of the Roman Tribunes