Here sinking spaces with dark boughs o'ergrown,
And there the naked quarries look a town,
At length our pilgrimages home appears,
Tintern her venerable fabric rears,
While the sun, mildly glancing in decline,
With its last gilding beautifies the shrine:
(A voyage to Tintern Abbey. Rev Dr Syned Davies. 1789)
A more pleasing retreat could not easily be found. The woods and glades intermixed: the variety of the ground; the splendid ruin, contrasted with the objects of nature; and elegant the line formed by the summits of the hills, which included the whole; making all together a very inchanting piece of scenery.
(William Gilpin 1782)