There were so many dear delights along the golden road to give us pleasure--the earth dappled with new blossom, the dance of shadows in the fields, the rustling, rain-wet ways of the woods, the faint fragrance in meadow lanes, liltings of birds and croon of bees in the old orchard, windy pipings on the hills, sunset behind the pines, limpid dews filling primrose cups, crescent moons through darklings
boughs, soft nights alight with blinking stars.
The following day still saw them scattered within sight of each other and heading different ways; but when, at last, the breeze came with the darkling
ripple that ran very blue on a pale sea, they all went in the same direction together.
'Midshipman Easy', and we felt a fine physical shiver in the darkling
moods of 'Snarle-yow the Dog-Fiend.' I do not remember even the names of the other novels, except 'Jacob Faithful,' which I chanced upon a few years ago and found very, hard reading.
Then I looked out at the darkling
sea, where in the dimness his little island was hidden.
In that darkling
calm my senses seemed preternaturally sharpened.
To us and to an observer about Ripley it would have had precisely the same effect--the Martians seemed in solitary possession of the darkling
night, lit only as it was by the slender moon, the stars, the afterglow of the daylight, and the ruddy glare from St.
"Do you mean to betray me?" cried Bartolomeo, with a darkling
look at Bonaparte.
If the gods think to speak outright to man, they will honorably speak outright; not shake their heads, and give an old wives' darkling
On the left, a row of fieldside trees beshaded it; on the right, it was bordered by naked fallows, undulating down-hill to the Queensferry Road; in front, Corstorphine Hill raised its snow-bedabbled, darkling
woods against the sky.
It needed but this to complete the grim suggestiveness of the barren waste, the chilling wind, and the darkling
How great and still and wonderful everything was, with the murmur of the sea sounding through it and the darkling
cliffs beyond like grim giants guarding enchanted coasts.
Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird Sings darkling
, and in shadiest Covert hid Tunes her nocturnal Note.