Ali crept in on his hands and knees, and I followed, to find myself in a place cold after the hot outside air, and, in contrast with the light, filled with a dazzling darkness.

At the center, mashed in over a toothy maw, was a pair of pinched, evil lights filled with cunning.

It was bathed in rapturous blue light, filled with vast machines and an almost subliminal sense of scurrying activity.

Her love had bathed him in a warm light filled with promise, and it was the strength of her feelings for him that had shown him the way back.

Green was everywhere, in every conceivable shade, not only in the trees and grass but in the air itself; a verdant light filled with magic.

The porch was flickering with lights, filled with the sweetness of moss roses in a bowl and the evening fragrance of nicotiana blooming just outside the screens.

It was a light and cheerful room, filled with books and leather-covered furniture.

It was a place rather dingily lighted, the darkest portions having incandescent lights, filled with machines and work benches.

Now he was close enough to see her eyes glistening in the faint light, filled with tears.

In 1999, Lighthouse Digest published an extensive article on the light, filled with interesting anecdotes and ephemera.