bleak

In Bleak House I have purposely dwelt upon the romantic side of familiar things.

In the Preface to Bleak House I remarked that I had never had so many readers.

The mountains were bleak and inhospitable, and three times that afternoon we tried to regain the woods.

Then the grin died away, and his face grew bleak and serious.

Miss Bronte, a product and embodiment of the strictest religious sense of duty, somewhat tempered by the liberalizing tendency of the time, was the daughter of the rector of a small and bleak Yorkshire village, Haworth, where she was brought up in poverty.

He had been in the midst of the great open place on winter nights when it was covered with snow and only the moon looked down at him; he had been there in the fall when bleak winds blew and on summer evenings when the air vibrated with the song of insects.

It stood on a sharp bleak corner, where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept up a worse howling than ever it did about poor Paul's tossed craft.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

All along the ridge the rock cropped out, bare and bleak, but broken in rough natural castellation.

My misfortune was to carry it into print when I began to write a story, in the Ik Marvel manner, or rather to compose it in type at the case, for that was what I did; and it was not altogether imitated from Ik Marvel either, for I drew upon the easier art of Dickens at times, and helped myself out with bald parodies of Bleak House in many places.