In fact, adown the vista
of the garden avenue, a number of persons were seen approaching towards the house.
Down every side street they could see, it was the same-- never a hill and never a hollow, but always the same endless vista
of ugly and dirty little wooden buildings.
Some way down the central vista
was a little table of white metal, laid with what seemed a meal.
I believed blindly at such times that by some miracle, by some external circumstance, all this would suddenly open out, expand; that suddenly a vista
of suitable activity--beneficent, good, and, above all, ready made (what sort of activity I had no idea, but the great thing was that it should be all ready for me)--would rise up before me--and I should come out into the light of day, almost riding a white horse and crowned with laurel.
He was certain that in this vista
there lurked fierce-eyed hosts.
Whether it were a group of shrubs or an alleyway or a vista
of water that we were passing, you would halt before me, and stand gazing at my face as though you were showing me possessions of your own.
Hutchinson's thoughts as he looked back upon the long vista
of events with which this chair was so remarkably connected.
The tables were arranged in a cleared space of the woods, shut in by the surrounding trees, except where a vista
opened eastward, and afforded a distant view of the Great Stone Face.
Halting at the entrance, they gazed through a long vista
of lofty pillars, that were ranged from end to end of a great hall.
And the royal master of high latitudes sighs mightily, with the sinking sun upon his breast and the double-edged sword upon his knees, as if wearied by the innumerable centuries of a strenuous rule and saddened by the unchangeable aspect of the ocean under his feet - by the endless vista
of future ages where the work of sowing the wind and reaping the whirlwind shall go on and on till his realm of living waters becomes a frozen and motionless ocean.
Looking down the vista
, of memory, I see the evenings passed in that little parlour like a long string of rubies circling the dusk brow of the past.
The narrow valley, with its steep and close adjoining sides draperied with vines, and arched overhead with a fret-work of interlacing boughs, nearly hidden from view by masses of leafy verdure, seemed from where I stood like an immense arbour disclosing its vista
to the eye, whilst as I advanced it insensibly widened into the loveliest vale eye ever beheld.