1 Some sort of shadowy pall seems to be coming over our happiness.
2 It had perhaps served often as a pall for the dead.
3 A look of pain came across him, and he flung the rich pall over the picture.
4 Beneath its purple pall, the face painted on the canvas could grow bestial, sodden, and unclean.
5 I've had a hell of a good time--such a hell of a good time that it's begun to pall and now I want something different.
6 The tableau all waned at last with the pallidness aloft; and once more the Pequod and every soul on her decks were wrapped in a pall.
7 They spread in vast clouds overhead, writhing, curling; then, uniting in one giant river, they streamed away down the sky, stretching a black pall as far as the eye could reach.
8 An unvaried pall of cloud muffled the whole expanse of sky from zenith to horizon.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContext Highlight In XII. THE MINISTER'S VIGIL 9 Again, Miss Murdstone, in a black velvet gown, that looks as if it had been made out of a pall, follows close upon me; then my mother; then her husband.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 4. I FALL INTO DISGRACE 10 And roses fall your crimson pall.
11 Nor were they less careful to prevent any unhallowed layman from touching the pall, which, having been that used at the funeral of Saint Edmund, was liable to be desecrated, if handled by the profane.
12 One of those facades cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense black pall.
Les Misérables 2 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 5: CHAPTER VI—THE BEGINNING OF AN ENIGMA 13 The sun had not yet set when the hearse with the white pall and the black cross entered the avenue of the Vaugirard cemetery.
Les Misérables 2 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 8: CHAPTER V—IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE ... 14 And at its bidding, the smoke of the drowsy factories sweeps down upon the mighty city and covers it like a pall, while yonder at the University the stars twinkle above Stone Hall.
15 Before that time, she knew, a hundred generations of Carols will aspire and go down in tragedy devoid of palls and solemn chanting, the humdrum inevitable tragedy of struggle against inertia.