From Greenland's icy Mountains

The sun seemed to shine more brightly; rather more birds were singing; there was a slightly more animated look about the increased number of rabbits that sported in the undergrowth. It was a spot where every prospect pleased, and only man was vile.

Man was represented by W. J. Stone of Outwood's.

Tales of Wrykyn and Elsewhere. Stone and the Weed

And there's a lovely stillness, and you can hear everything growing. And thrushes and blackbirds ... Oh, Ginger, it's heavenly!

But there's a catch. It's a case of 'Where every prospect pleases and only man is vile'. At least, not exactly vile, I suppose, but terribly stodgy.

The Adventures of Sally. 12 Some Letters for Ginger

'I was looking at the flowers. A nice display. An attractive garden.'

'Where every prospect pleases and only man is vile', said Freddie austerely. 'Keep away from the owner of that joint, guv'nor. He lowers the tone of the neighbourhood.'

Nothing Serious. 8 Birth of a Salesman

I don't know if you happen to have come across a hymn, the chorus of which goes:

       Tum tumty tumty tumty

       Tum tiddly om pom isle,

       Where every prospect pleases

       And only man is vile

or words to that effect, but the description would have fitted Totleigh Towers like the paper on the wall.

Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves. Chapter 5

'[...]. Nice place you have here.'

'We like it. But there is a catch. I don't know if your are familiar with the hymn about spicy breezes blowing o'er Ceylon's isle?'

'Where every prospect pleases and only man is vile.'

Sunset at Blandings. Chapter 7