From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.

This room is dark and gloomy.

Today I've seen tens of gloomy angry faces glancing at me.

The future looked very gloomy.

The catacombes of Paris are famous, but a bit gloomy.

He looks gloomy.

The room is very gloomy.

The heavy and gloomy appearance of the thunder-sky added still farther to the obscurity.

Sami was gloomy as fuck.

Returning, I had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance involuntarily explored the depth it revealed. All looked colder and darker in that visionary hollow than in reality: and the strange little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms specking the gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where all else was still, had the effect of a real spirit: I thought it like one of the tiny phantoms, half fairy, half imp, Bessie’s evening stories represented as coming out of lone, ferny dells in moors, and appearing before the eyes of belated travelers.