When he passed a street lamp
he pulled his hat down over his face.
The little creature looked at me under the street lamp
with such a forlorn experience of being beaten for trifling offenses in his face, that it was impossible to resist the impulse to help him.
A street lamp
directly opposite threw a wan and ghastly light upon the wet pavement and the fronts of the houses.
Old man Denny, hall room, fourth floor back, who sat on the lowest step, trying to read a paper by the street lamp
, turned over a page to follow up the article about the carpenters' strike.
I was the taller of the two and as it happened I met in the light of the street lamp his own stealthy glance directed up at me with an agonized expression, an expression that made me fancy I could see the man's very soul writhing in his body like an impaled worm.
In the shifting light of the street lamps he looked the picture of bodily misery with his chattering teeth and his whiskers blown back flat over his ears.
With his vivid fancy he seemed to see the surging throng round the pit-door of theatres, and the glitter of cheap restaurants, bars where men, half drunk, sat on high stools talking with barmaids; and under the street lamps
the mysterious passing of dark crowds bent upon pleasure.
It was already quite dark when Prince Andrew rattled over the paved streets of Brunn and found himself surrounded by high buildings, the lights of shops, houses, and street lamps
, fine carriages, and all that atmosphere of a large and active town which is always so attractive to a soldier after camp life.
There was a faint glimmering of the coming day in the sky; but it rather aggrevated than relieved the gloom of the scene: the sombre light only serving to pale that which the street lamps
afforded, without shedding any warmer or brighter tints upon the wet house-tops, and dreary streets.
The deserted street lamps
gleamed sullenly in the showy darkness like torches at a funeral.
There are no street lamps
there, and the law compels all who go abroad at night to carry lanterns, just as was the case in old days, when heroes and heroines of the Arabian Nights walked the streets of Damascus, or flew away toward Bagdad on enchanted carpets.
But in this reckoning they were cruelly mistaken, for in half an hour, or less, as though the setting in of night had been their preconcerted signal, the rioters having previously, in small parties, prevented the lighting of the street lamps
, rose like a great sea; and that in so many places at once, and with such inconceivable fury, that those who had the direction of the troops knew not, at first, where to turn or what to do.