forest-crowned

Its irregular top is forest-crowned, but its nearly perpendicular walls of white or red rock afford scarcely roothold for trees, and it rises in comparatively barren solitude among the forest-covered mountains of the interior.

The Golden Chersonese and the way thither Isabella Lucy 2004

That rocky, sea-washed, forest-crowned island of mountains and valleys, queer customs and brave people, had been in rebellion, against its masters -- first, the republic of Genoa, and then against France.

The Boy Life of Napoleon Afterwards Emperor of the French Eugenie Foa

They figure but little in the forest-crowned Alaska of the

Baldy of Nome Esther Birdsall Darling

It was a little hill-top, with the ground sloping down on either side, then rising again in great forest-crowned hills.

Beth Woodburn Maud Petitt

So, in “The Deerslayer,” printed in 1841, the “Little Lake” (Otsego), with its picturesque shores, capes, and forest-crowned heights, was made classic soil.

James Fenimore Cooper Phillips, Mary E 1912

Powderhorn Pass, as the men about him quietly grouped themselves so as to cut off any escape he might attempt, as they dropped farther and farther into the meshes of that forest-crowned net which he knew to be the Roaring

Brand Blotters William MacLeod Raine 1912

There was a wide stretch of river bottom, walled in on the west by a high and forest-crowned ridge; on the east was the river, with a hundred foot fringe of noble trees, not yet sacrificed to the axe of the woodsman.

Some Winter Days in Iowa Frederick John Lazell 1905

Soon they come faster, and now the forest-crowned ridge half a mile away which was in plain sight a minute ago is screened from view by the fast falling white curtain.

Some Winter Days in Iowa Frederick John Lazell 1905

They whirled out into mid-stream and exchanged the fine feminine delights of the brook for the bold masculine ones of the great river, whose craggy banks rose high, like fortifications, forest-crowned.

Jewel Weed Alice Ames Winter 1904

And then on and on, over bridges and viaducts, where the rolling wheels awaken echo after echo, on into the narrow ravine, above the forest-crowned edges of which the quiet light of the stars twinkles and gleams in the purple sky of night.

Banzai! by Parabellum Ferdinand Heinrich Grautoff 1903