A great forest loomed upon the distant southern horizon, sweeping also wide upon the east.

The forest loomed before him, a thick green mass of trees and underbrush.

Driving across the neat, manicured fields of the Ile de France just south of Paris, the forest looms like a dark line of trees across the horizon.

Where before the green dale had lain, its grassy slopes lapping the ever-mounting hills, there now a forest loomed.

The forest loomed about them like a wall, trail- ers of mist swirling through the rows of dark trunks.

The great forest here loomed close at hand.

Black Water looked up at the sky, then forward, to where a forest of galley masts and sails loomed almost directly ahead.

The dark forest loomed closer and closer as they galloped along the hard-packed road.

The forest loomed ahead, all grey and stark.

The three went forward; the forest loomed dark and quiet ahead.