Meantime the moon through slips of driving cloud Came forth, and glanced athwart the seas a path Of dusky splendour, like the hadean brows, When with Elysian passion they behold Persephone's complacent hueless cheeks.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith
In one place there was a hadean town called Nonoa, or Bound, where all the spirits were dumb, and could only "beat their breasts," expressive of their love to one another.
"Samoa, A Hundred Years Ago And Long Before"
George Turner
Every court and alley whispers of books and of the making of books: forms of type, trundled noisily on trolleys by ink-smeared boys, salute the wayfarer at odd corners; piles of strawboard, rolls or bales of paper, drums of printing-ink or roller composition stand on the pavement outside dark entries; basement windows give glimpses into hadean caverns tenanted by legions of printer's devils; and the very air is charged with the hum of press and with odors of glue and paste and oil.
"The Eye of Osiris"
R. Austin Freeman