Singular Adventures of Sir Gawen… (1800)
“ The wood now became more thick, and obscure, and at length almost dark, when the path taking suddenly an oblique direction Sir Gawen found himself on the edge of a circular lawn whose tint and softness were beyond compare and which seemed to have been lightly brushed by fairy feet. A number of fine old trees, around whose boles crept the ivy and the woodbine; rose at irregular distances, here they mingled into groves, and there seperate and emulous of each other, they shook their airy summits in disdain. ”
