On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine!
Cold though the world be, in the way before thee Wail not in sadness o'er the darkling tomb; God in His love still watcheth kindly o'er thee, Light shineth still above the clouds of gloom.
The woman stared up at the darkling sky with its gray promise of snow, and down the slopes of the mountain.
Where yon wedged line the Nestor leads, Steering north with raucous cry Through tracts and provinces of sky, Every night alighting down In new landscapes of romance, Where darkling feed the clamorous clans By lonely lakes to men unknown.
In cities high the careful crowds Of woe-worn mortals darkling go, But in these sunny solitudes My quiet roses blow.
She sat close at his back, a blanket drawn over her knees against the intruding wet, peering out at the darkling cleft.
She was engrossed in recognizing the ravine, scanning the darkling hollows for the dwarf tree.
Ash Hollow looked a darkling descent, the thin pulsations of the little leaves of ash trees flickering along its sides.
It was as if a child brought up in a garden had unexpectedly looked into a darkling mountain abyss.
But in his sorrow they took on, like the Rhine itself, a darkling hue.
In spite of his nearness he still remained invisible to her against the background of the darkling wood.
Then hail answered hail as one Battleship after another rose towering above them into the darkling sky, and one by one passed into silence astern.
Ah, in such tones do the far-wandering waves of the sea of eternity beat against the hearts of darkling mortals who stand on the shore and yearn to put forth!
But this time Julius was in the same softened state, because he had all the morning seen the angel playing and hovering in his darkling soul.
That was a dreadful struggle, as the combatants, in deadly conflict, swayed up and down the hall, overturning tables and benches, trampling underfoot dishes and goblets in the darkling wrestle for life.
With some few chosen knights, King Horn and Athulf set out, and the ship drove darkling through the sea, they knew not whither.
Was there not, i'faith, a glow, a Vesuvian shimmer, beneath the murk of that darkling eye?
Both were fair: Like sister souls they seemed to be; And one was dreaming and asleep, And one bent down from Paradise To kiss with radiance in the deep The darkling lips and eyes.
Only the billow and stream Of muscle and flank and mane Like darkling mountain-cataracts gleam Gripped in a Titan's rein.
With such thoughts the mother and son hurried on upon their darkling journey.
And presently we went on down the darkling road together.
The same fate befell the Innuit, of Peterhead, some fifteen years ago; she went down in the short darkling of a summer's night, a very few minutes after being struck.
The swarming flies hummed on the putrid side, Whence poured the maggots in a darkling stream, That ran along these tatters of life's pride With a liquescent gleam.
With open robes and bodies agonised, Lost women writhed beneath that darkling sky; There were sounds as of victims sacrificed: Behind him all the dark was one long cry.
A pretty picture were these two girls--who loitered a little amongst the darkling flowers, while Tone was speaking his farewell.
The light of grace And truth, a darkling world to bless, Came with thy word, when on our race Broke forth the Sun of Righteousness.
The silent, hard-faced Hans leant forward and stared up the darkling water, his hand behind his ear.
Then she slipped from the house and stole like a ghost through the darkling streets and out of the Maren or Sea Poort, where the guard let her pass thinking that she was a country woman returning to her village.
The service was over, and below in the emptied market-place the executioners collected the poor calcined fragments of the martyrs to cast them with contumely and filthy jests into the darkling waters of the river.
Wide Canal street, out under the darkling crimson sky, was resplendent with countless many-colored lamps.
The buggy was moving at a quiet jog along a "neighborhood road," with unploughed fields on the right and a darklingwoods pasture on the left.
Not that my desire failed, but aid came not to ferry me over the darkling waters.
But as Chios raised his eyes to those of Megabyzus, he saw them filled with a strange fire--eyes like those of an evil spirit, gleaming behind the living windows of darkling hue.
