After many years, on looking back from the middle turn of life's way at the events of the past, which, like a friendly crowd, seem to gaze sadly after us hastening towards the Cimmerian
shore, we may see here and there, in the gray throng, some figure glowing with a faint radiance, as though it had caught all the light of our already crepuscular sky.
In another instant she was gone, and the dim light which had filled the cell faded into Cimmerian
darkness he moved along the narrow ledge beside the boiling rapids.
Then she extinguished the lamp and all within the cabin was wrapped in Cimmerian
At intervals tubes pierce the roof of this underground city, and by means of lenses and reflectors transmit the sunlight, softened and diffused, to dispel what would otherwise be Cimmerian
Once beneath the over-arching trees all was again Cimmerian
darkness, nor was the gloom relieved until the sun finally arose beyond the eastern cliffs, when she saw that they were following what appeared to be a broad and well-beaten game trail through a forest of great trees.
The one that filled him with the greatest terror was the panther--the flaming-eyed, devil-faced panther whose grinning jaws gaped wide at him by day, and whose fiery orbs gleamed wickedly out across the water from the Cimmerian
blackness of the jungle nights.
Tarzan slept until midnight, then he arose and crept into the Cimmerian
blackness of the forest.
All day long her sails were full as she held her course over the sea, but when the sun went down and darkness was over all the earth, we got into the deep waters of the river Oceanus, where lie the land and city of the Cimmerians
who live enshrouded in mist and darkness which the rays of the sun never pierce neither at his rising nor as he goes down again out of the heavens, but the poor wretches live in one long melancholy night.
A quest that begins as a personal vendetta for the fierce Cimmerian
warrior soon turns into an epic battle against hulking rivals 2011 ***
How I wished I were an ancient Cimmerian
rather than a modern-day Cuban.
Cabbing back to the city, the bedimmed Lower East Side housing projects north of the Williamsburg Bridge stared down like Cimmerian
sentinels, welcoming us back to the Twilight Zone.