... God she'd never come with them bright laughin' eyes,— Had never flashed that smile that seems a sunburst from the skies,— Had stayed there in her city home instead o' comin' here To visit at the ranch an' knock my heart plumb out o' gear. I wish to God she'd talk to me in a way to fit the case,— In ... — Songs of the Cattle Trail and Cow Camp • Various
... and the sun as I write is hidden in thick clouds, high over Kettleness. Everything is gray except the green grass, which seems like emerald amongst it, gray earthy rock, gray clouds, tinged with the sunburst at the far edge, hang over the gray sea, into which the sandpoints stretch like gray figures. The sea is tumbling in over the shallows and the sandy flats with a roar, muffled in the sea-mists drifting inland. The horizon is lost in a gray mist. All vastness, the clouds are piled up like giant ... — Dracula • Bram Stoker
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