gloom

Here, while the proud their long drawn pomps diſplay, / There the black gibbet glooms beſide the way.

Her face gathers, furrows, glooms; arching eyebrows wrinkle into horizontals, and a tinge of bitterness unsmooths the cheek and robs the lip of sweetened grace. She is evidently perturbed.

A black yew gloom'd the stagnant air.

For see you not, dear love, / Such a mood as that, which lately gloom'd / Your fancy when you saw me following you, / Must make me fear still more you are not mine, […]