It was itself like a great human heart, with a life of its own, and full of rich and sombre
Even yet, though my thoughts were ultimately much absorbed in the task, it wears, to my eye, a stern and sombre
aspect: too much ungladdened by genial sunshine; too little relieved by the tender and familiar influences which soften almost every scene of nature and real life, and undoubtedly should soften every picture of them.
thought Monsieur d'Albon, observing the sombre
expression which the ancient building gave to the landscape, gloomy as though a curse were on it.
While we were talking thus, we were penetrating the sombre
arches of the forest, and for two hours we surveyed it in all directions.
Fogg and his party had time to pay a visit to Salt Lake City, connected with Ogden by a branch road; and they spent two hours in this strikingly American town, built on the pattern of other cities of the Union, like a checker-board, "with the sombre
sadness of right-angles," as Victor Hugo expresses it.
In a minute or so the trees grew thinner, and I emerged upon a bare, low headland running out into the sombre
The bushes were inky black, the ground a sombre
grey, the sky colourless and cheerless.
By entering into harmony with his environment, Ssu-K`ung T`u allowed his splendid vitality to find expression, and after the lapse of a thousand years these glowing pages torn from the book of life have drifted towards us like rose-leaves down a sombre
He stifled, therefore, the feelings of compassion that were rising, composed his features, and sat down, grim and sombre
, at his desk.
The golden skirts of day were yet lingering upon the hills, but deep shades obscured the hollow and the pool, as if sombre
night were rising thence to overspread the world.
The old gentleman had once possessed no inconsiderable share of fancy; and even now its fading sunshine occasionally glimmered among his more sombre
The West Wind is too great a king to be a dissembler: he is no calculator plotting deep schemes in a sombre
heart; he is too strong for small artifices; there is passion in all his moods, even in the soft mood of his serene days, in the grace of his blue sky whose immense and unfathomable tenderness reflected in the mirror of the sea embraces, possesses, lulls to sleep the ships with white sails.
, yet beautiful and peaceful gloom here pervaded all things.
Through the gateway we passed into the avenue, where the wheels were again hushed amid the leaves, and the old trees shot their branches in a sombre
tunnel over our heads.
With so much of itself abandoned to darkness and vacancy; with so little change under the summer shining or the wintry lowering; so sombre
and motionless always--no flag flying now by day, no rows of lights sparkling by night; with no family to come and go, no visitors to be the souls of pale cold shapes of rooms, no stir of life about it--passion and pride, even to the stranger's eye, have died away from the place in Lincolnshire and yielded it to dull repose.