"Plutonian" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... of the point where he had debouched from these Plutonian regions showed Fred that he was considerably below the general regions of the earth. He was in a sort of valley, surrounded by rocks and boulders, and the opening through which he had scrambled was situated sidewise, so that at a distance of ten feet it could not be seen. This accounted for ...
— The Cave in the Mountain • Lieut. R. H. Jayne
... the sudden blotting out of light? The cloud of sorrow, dark as Plutonian night, That cast its lengthening shadow o'er the land; Changing to funeral dirge the choral grand. Swift as the typhoon's breath— The harbinger of death— The cruel deed of hate Swept the grand chief away. Unto this day, and ever aye, The nation ...
— The Poets' Lincoln - Tributes in Verse to the Martyred President • Various
... rich juices of an earthly prosperity. And in this respect De Quincey was eminently fortunate. The powers of heaven and of earth and—if we side with Milton and other pagan mythologists in attributing the gift of wealth to some Plutonian dynasty—the dark powers under the earth seem to have conjointly arrayed themselves in his behalf. Whatever storms were in the book of Fate written against his name they postponed till a far-off future, in the mean ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. XII. September, 1863, No. LXXI. - A Magazine Of Literature, Art, And Politics • Various
... crimson the sky And paint their signals overhead, And every fold of smoke is rolled And woven in Plutonian red. ...
— A Wreath of Virginia Bay Leaves • James Barron Hope
... ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" ...
— Jude the Obscure • Thomas Hardy
... dying! Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast, And the dark Plutonian shadows Gather on ...
— Painted Windows • Elia W. Peattie
... Death shall overcome thee, and the fabled Manes, and the shadowy Plutonian realms ...
— The Disowned, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... bust of Pallas' sat The Raven from the 'night's Plutonian shore;' His burning glance withered my wasting life, His ceaseless cry still tortured as before: 'Lenore! ...
— Continental Monthly , Vol. 5, No. 6, June, 1864 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various |
