Soon the great valley lay below us, running out in a golden haze to the far blue mountains.

"The old Contadina would make a charming picture; but a picture of the Campagna, sleepy with purple haze, would be more like you.

When the Canadians went "over the top" in the thick haze of early dawn of the 21st, they saw masses of shadowy gray figures advancing toward them.

There, beside him in the yellow haze of his semi-blindness, stood the owner of the voice.

People were assembling for supper, and passing to and fro under low-hanging branches; and the gaily-colored gowns of the women glimmered through a faint blue haze like that with which Boucher and Watteau and Fragonard loved to veil, and thereby to make wistful, somehow, the antics of those fine parroquet-like manikins who figure in their fêtes galantes.

It was a fair, calm night, but moonless, with but little wind stirring, and a slight haze in the air, obscuring the vision.

To my left, far across the sea, I discovered, presently, a faint line, as of thin haze, which I guessed to be the shore, where my Love and I had met, during those wonderful periods of soul-wandering, that had been granted to me in the old earth days.

The little Telegraaf III poked her nose through the blue-gray haze of a chilly October morning while the muddy waters of the Meuse slapped coldly against her bow.

It was a July evening; a last rosy light lay on the tree-tops, and through the luminous haze, like a veil over the slopes of the hillside and the grey plain of the distant city, the windows on Montmartre burned like sparks of gold.

" Now, as he spake with eyes uplift to heaven, he espied a faint, blue mist far away above the soft-stirring tree topsa distant haze, that rose lazily into the balmy air, thickening ever as he watched.

The Ramblin' Kid, flat on his back, stared through the scant foliage of the trees into the skyovercast now with a dim haze, forerunner of the storm gathering above the Costejo peaks.

The head and the dangling goblet were slowly pulled in, just before the moonlight, soft and sullen through the brown haze of the heat, stole down the wall and spread upon the tiles.

Between me and the Castle to the east lay the district of crowding houses, brick and ragstone, mixed in the distance with vague azure haze; and to the right the harbour, the sea, with their ships; and visible around me on the heights seven or eight dead, biting the dust; the sun now high and warm, with hardly a cloud in the sky; and yonder a mist, which was the coast of France.

There was a smell of scorching through the rooms and a sort of bluish haze of smoke.

But to the inhabitants they are tokens of those fearful fires which raged over the island during the long drought of this summer; when the forests were burning for a whole month, and this house scarcely saved; when whole cane-fields, mills, dwelling-houses, went up as tinder and flame in a moment, and the smoky haze from the burning island spread far out to sea.

He bent his head back and looked up through the limbs of the cottonwood into the pale blue-white haze of the morning sky.

The dreamy haze was beginning to soften the landscape, and the most delicious days of the year were lending their attraction to the scenery of The Mountain.

" Patrick saw what Hendrik meant through a light haze of embarrassment.

"I know what we'll do, Joyce," I said, when at last the dessert was cleared away and we were sitting in a delicate haze of cigar smoke.

It was a still day, with a little haze, like white sand sifted across a sunbeam on a kitchen table.

On the 4th, we were nearly all day crossing the mouth of the Bay of Cadiz, and only at sunset saw Cape Trafalgar afar off, glimmering through the reddish haze.

The sombre ravine in which we were camped amid the pines lay still in a mysterious blue haze, but the sun had already caught the snow-streaked mountain-tops to our left, and gilded their rugged sides with a swiftly descending mantle of warmth and light.

But above, the cloud-procession passed on, shattered by its contact with the mountain, and transfigured as it neared the setting sun into long upward streaming lines of rack, purple and primrose against a saffron sky, while Venus lingered low between cloud and sea, a spark of fire glittering through dull red haze.

In these four lines from The Princess, Tennyson gives the evolutionary history of the world, from nebula to man: "This world was once a fluid haze of light.

The recollection of it comes back to me again and again through a gentle haze of happy memories.