To the west the country lay under the same winding-sheet of snow as far as eye might range, to the towers of distant Perugia, to the Lake trasimeno-a silver sheen that broke the white monotony-to Etruscan Cortona, perched like an eyrie on its mountain top, and to the line of Tuscan hills, like heavy, low-lying clouds upon the blue horizon.
"The Shame of Motley"
Raphael Sabatini
It is the Campagna in little; the great and noble mountains, the loveliest in the world are sunk to hills pure and exquisite upon which, too, we may still see the cities, here little towns and villages, as Rye, Winchelsea, Appledore, Lympne or Hythe, dear places of England of my heart, and all between them this mysterious and lowly thing not quite of this world, a graveyard one might think, as the Campagna is, a battlefield as is the trasimeno plain, a gate and certainly an exit not only out of England but from the world and life itself.
"England of My Heart--Spring"
Edward Hutton
The background stretches away into a charming distant landscape, in which is a lake, not unlike trasimeno, and sloping hills, on which scenes of pastoral life are taking place.
"Luca Signorelli"
Maud Cruttwell