The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.

Darke.

Gloomy, duskie, pitchy. As the first Chaos ere the light adornes The world, or Phebe fill'd her wained hornes. Dark as the sullen night. Where Phaebus never showes His chearful light. Dark as the Negro's face. Stars shroud their heads in clouds, night lost her eyes. Darke as the drowsie mansion house of sleepe. Not seen by Phaebus when he mounts the skies At height, nor stooping. Darker than Ach••ron. Enough to make a night ••f day. No glimmering spark gave out his feeble rayes, Where yet the gladsome day hath not been seene, Nor Phaebus piercing beams have ever beene. Like the Cimmerian clime, Where sun, nor moon meet out the length of time, Wherein the eye of day A stranger was, and Phaebe's horned light, In vain contended with the shades of night.

VVhere is not so much as that fainter light. The glow-worm shoots at the cold brest of night. Darknesse lights elder brother there did raigne. Dark as the Egyptian night. The heavens did not peep through the blanket of the n••ght. Darknesse as thick as ill me•• clouds can make. D••••k as the blind and quiet age of night. So dark as if the funeral of light VVere celebrated there. The moon into her darkned orbe••e••ires Nor scal'd up stars extend their golden fires.