Daylight began to forsake the red-room; it was past four o'clock, and the beclouded afternoon was tending to drear twilight. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.简·爱.
I look out at some early hour of the day, and see a fine, perfect rainbow, bright with promise, gloriously spanning the beclouded welkin of life. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.