This house is dark and dull and drear
No light doth shine from far or near Nor ever could.
Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear
When autumn nights were long and drear
, And forest walks were dark and dim, How sweetly on the pilgrim's ear Was wont to steal the hermit's hymn
No inhabitant of Brussels need wander far to search for solitude; let him but move half a league from his own city and he will find her brooding still and blank over the wide fields, so drear
though so fertile, spread out treeless and trackless round the capital of Brabant.
Ere the moon has climbed the mountain, ere the rocks are ribbed with light, When the downward-dipping trails are dank and drear
, Comes a breathing hard behind thee--snuffle-snuffle through the night-- It is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear!
Dorothea sat down on the seat nearest to her, a long low ottoman in the middle of the room, and with her hands folded over each other on her lap, looked at the drear
"My dear fellow," the journalist replied with a drear
The gentle rain which waters my beans and keeps me in the house today is not drear
and melancholy, but good for me too.
Instead, this series serves up something perhaps even more welcome as the drear
days of winter settle in: an absurdist take on crime, as well as plotlines and sentences that perform buoyant loop-de-loops all over the page before making flawless landings.
Despite the dark drear
of Ottawa's winter outside the library, the purple-clad, pony-tailed Fitch radiated an immeasurable amount of enthusiasm.
Thus it is in some sense misleading to concentrate exclusively on the idiosyncratic form of The Unfortunates at the expense of its poignant characterizations, flawless evocation of the gray drear
of a cold day in the Midlands, or its brutal honesty.
Didier Daubord of Dantex France reckons the French market for photopolymer plates is on the move again after a drear