Milkily iridescent

Usage examples of opaline.

Two opaline, unwinking eyes that held the dull glitter of an alien intelligence contemplated us from above a gaping mouth in which a forked red tongue flickered.

The enormous, opaline eyes were coldly brilliant as they stared down at us.

Fatigue etched hollows beneath her opaline eyes and the sunken cheeks of malnourishment left her with a haunted expression.

Gwenna blinked away a ripple of pain, her opaline eyes falling on Temken.

Down, slanting far down through the opaline opaqueness, he saw the huge trunk extend itself, to an immemorial root-hold in the clayey, perpendicular walls of the Perdu.

She was draped in lucent, misty voluminous robes of delicate gauze, in hue the faintest shade of pearly, opaline green.

Secrets unsuited to that opaline Surface of things which laughs along thy scrolls.

The great cloud-barred disk of the sun stood just above a limitless expanse of tossing white-caps--so to speak--a billowy chaos of massy mountain domes and peaks draped in imperishable snow, and flooded with an opaline glory of changing and dissolving splendors, while through rifts in a black cloud-bank above the sun, radiating lances of diamond dust shot to the zenith.

She peered at him with one opaline eye, the great sleek wedge of her head hanging six feet above the ground, snorting gently through ridged nostrils.

The priest of the temple of Serapis offered me a service of opaline glass, but I sent it to Servianus, with whom, out of regard for my sister Paulina, I tried to keep passable relations, at least at a distance.

All was calm and silent about us, the insects had ceased their music, and in an opaline sky little violet clouds were sleeping.

The opaline substance glittered blue, green, and red in the lamplight.

Evening of ample horizons, opaline, delicate, pure, Shadow of clouds on green valleys, trailed over meadows and trees, Cities of ardent adventure where the harvests of Joy mature, Forests whose murmuring voices are amorous prophecies, World of romance and profusion, still round my journey spread The glamours, the glints, the enthralments, the nurture of one whose feet From hours unblessed by beauty nor lighted by love have fled As the shade of the tomb on his pathway and the scent of the winding-sheet.

The little picture has all the opaline atmosphere of a Claude Lorraine.

They walked from the glowing opaline tunnel into a garden touched with the crimson of the setting sun.