1 Outside, the late afternoon sun slanted down in the yard, throwing into gleaming brightness the dogwood trees that were solid masses of white blossoms against the background of new green.
2 The room was in semigloom, for Scarlett had pulled down the shades to shut out the heat and brightness.
3 The sun dipped in and out from behind hurrying clouds, lighting the street with a false brightness which had no warmth in it, and the wind fluttered the lace of her pantalets.
4 For all its brightness the house was very still, not with the serene stillness of sleep but with a watchful, tired silence that was faintly ominous.
5 A deeper stillness possessed the air, and the glitter of the American autumn was tempered by a haze which diffused the brightness without dulling it.
6 Meanwhile the last moments of the performance seemed to gain an added brightness from the hovering threat of the curtain.
7 In its inconvenient brightness Rosedale seemed to waver a moment, as though conscious that every avenue of escape was unpleasantly illuminated.
8 The dark pencilling of fatigue under her eyes, the morbid blue-veined pallour of the temples, brought out the brightness of her hair and lips, as though all her ebbing vitality were centred there.
9 Robert's going had some way taken the brightness, the color, the meaning out of everything.
10 Here and there, a red and fiery star struggled through the drifting vapor, furnishing a lurid gleam of brightness to the dull aspect of the heavens.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 19 11 A dozen blazing piles now shed their lurid brightness on the place, which resembled some unhallowed and supernatural arena, in which malicious demons had assembled to act their bloody and lawless rites.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 23 12 The maiden drew back in lofty womanly reserve, and her dark eye kindled, while the rich blood shot, like the passing brightness of the sun, into her very temples, at the indignity.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 30 13 For the child, though nursed so tenderly, and though life was unfolding before her with every brightness that love and wealth could give, had no regret for herself in dying.
14 She did it with a look of hesitation and bashfulness, quite unlike the eldrich boldness and brightness which was usual with her.
15 Elizabeth also wept and was unhappy, but hers also was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides but cannot tarnish its brightness.