"The western waves of ebbing day Roll o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire." - From 'The Lady Of the Lake' by Sir Walter Scott

Now is the time to admit this isn't a painting of a Scottish scene at all - but a Welsh one, in Snowdonia. In my collection of landscapes pinched over the years from the net, I couldn't find a Scottish one that sufficiently fitted the words.