the twilight-loving bats begin to
flit about
-- Washington Irving ,“The Legend of the Enchanted Soldier”,
in The Alhambra (1832)
The shadows of the valley
grew deeper and deeper,
until all was dark.
-- Washington Irving ,“The Legend of the Moor’s Legacy”, in The
Alhambra (1832)
They sat on the boarding-house porch and saw the sun plunge into the same crack in the earth from which the night emerged.
-- Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
(1937)
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