Dark was the sea they gambolled in, And thick with silver fish, Dark as green glass blown clear and thin To be a monarch's dish.

I love thee not," said Morna; "hard is thy heart of rock, and dark is thy terrible brow.

Dark and terrible were his features, his eyes flashed fire, and raising his right hand threateningly, he cried out: "You remind me in an evil hour that I am a German.

Browne saw that 'dark' was the one word which would give, better than any other, the precise impression of mystery and secrecy which he intended to produce; and so he used it.

Dark is the world where your light shined never; Well is he borne that may behold you ever.

Dark is the mirror: being an episode in the life of John Poorjohn,

Dark, intricate, compassed with fearful mystery, was the case so suddenly submitted to my guidance; and the few faint gleams of light derived from the attorney's research, prescience, and sagacity, served but to render dimly visible a still profounder and blacker abyss of crime than that disclosed by the evidence for the crown.

Dark looks the forest far-away; O, listen!

Dark is thy reign.

One of her most important pictures is inscribed with these lines: "Dark is the valley of shadows, Empty the power of kings; Blind is the favor of fortune, Hungry the caverns of death.

Marco Polo (who probably only got his ideas of "Kesmur" from hearsay) echoed the prevalent opinion by saying, "The women although dark are very comely" (ch. xxvii.).

Dark is the outer air, Cold the night draughts blow Mutely we stare, and stare At the frenzied Show.

Dark is his hide on either side, but the blood within doth boil, And the dun hide glows, as if on fire, as he paws to the turmoil.

And so shall you know the utter desolation that was in my heart; and, truly, I can perceive both the wiseness and the unwisdom of my reasonings; for, indeed, I did have no sure knowing that the dark Pyramid did be truly the Lesser Refuge.

The night is dark, and evermore The thick drops patter on the pane The wind is weary of the rain, And round the thatches moaneth sore; Dark is the night, and cold the air; And all the trees stand stark and bare, With leaves spread dank and sere below, Slow rotting on the plashy clay, In the God's-acre far away, Where she, O God!

Dark is my day, whyles her fayre light

Dark is the way we go, But souls-courageous line itthat I know!

Dark are the shadows.

" At twenty-one the girl's heart flutters with expectancy: "I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover, Dark, dark was the garden, I saw not the gate; Now, if there be footsteps, he comes, my one lover; Hush nightingale, hush!

Among her books are "Treasures of Kurium," "The Dark," "To the Unborn Peoples," and "The Marble House."

Dark is the way we go, But souls-courageous line itthat I know!

The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass, Is cropping audibly his later meal: [C] Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal 5 O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.

At first glance Kurt took him to be an African, so dark were face and eyes.

" "Dark is the hour!"

Dark is the window where the scholar's lamp Was used to catch a pallor from the dawn.