1818, Jane Austen, Persuasion:...and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the Mansion House, or look an adieu to the Cottage, with its black, dripping, and comfortless verandah, or even notice through the misty glasses the last humble tenements of the village, without a saddened heart.
1922, w, “Piracyâ€: A Romantic Chronicle of These Days Chapter 3/7/2, There was no moon, only stars set brilliantly in the soft black onyx of the sky : a black night and very silent on Cimiez ; and a black and silent prospect from the verandah ...
