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I should have been kept at the Court of Aix: I think they would have bound me with flower-chains, and my fame would have spread all through the sunny vineyards and grey olive-clad hills of

Oscar Wilde, His Life and Confessions 2007

The road skirts the coast as far as Lumio, 6 m. from Calvi, whence it commences to ascend gradually by an admirably engineered road round the undulations of olive-clad mountains, disclosing at every turn

Itinerary through Corsica by its Rail, Carriage & Forest Roads C. B. Black

Every tourist who stays but a fortnight in the city makes a point of seeing the idyllic waterfalls of Tivoli, the extensive ruins of Hadrian's Villa, the picturesque olive-clad slopes of Frascati and

Roman Mosaics Or, Studies in Rome and Its Neighbourhood Hugh Macmillan

The eastern prospect was shut in by the last olive-clad spurs of the Alps, that tread violently and gigantically into the sea.

Sacred and Profane Love Arnold Bennett 1899

He feels the beauty of the position of Todi, crowning the vineyards and olive-clad slopes, looking down upon distant woods and upon the valley of the Tiber, where towns and castles rise above the winding river.

The Great Events by Famous Historians, Volume 07 John [Editor] Rudd 1885

While the malignant tongues had been playing havoc with Somerset's fame in the ears of Paula and her companion, the young man himself was proceeding partly by rail, partly on foot, below and amid the olive-clad hills, vineyards, carob groves, and lemon gardens of the Mediterranean shores.

A Laodicean : a Story of To-day Thomas Hardy 1884

And just across the Rampio, on the olive-clad hillside that rose abruptly from its brink, rather an interesting process was taking place, -- the fabrication of clouds, no less.

My Friend Prospero Henry Harland 1883

Italian valley, a forest of blossoming fruit-trees, with the river winding and glinting in its midst, with olive-clad hills blue-grey at either side, and beyond the hills, peering over their shoulders, the snow-peaks of mountains, crisp against the sky, and in the level distance the hazy shimmer of the lake.

My Friend Prospero Henry Harland 1883

Here a tributary stream joins the Var, the long winding valley, surrounded by lofty crags and olive-clad slopes, affording a delightful and most exhilarating prospect.

In the Heart of the Vosges And Other Sketches by a "Devious Traveller" Matilda Betham-Edwards 1877

He really has a bit of a castle under the olive-clad hills of Tuscany.

The Little Lady of Lagunitas A Franco-Californian Romance Richard Savage 1874