Oils maintain a healthy undertone.

How did it catch that subtle undertone, That note in music heard not with the ears?

But the tones returned to him as he pondered, filled with a deeper melody than the usual winning speech of the Venetian; with the grace of the soft dialect there was a rare, unexpected quality, as if thought had formed the undertone.

The other strings through sympathetic vibration furnish an undertone almost like an æolian harmony.

For many months I had seen the spell weaving around my good husband; I had seen it flash out of his eyes; I had heard its undertone in his voice; I had felt it in his whole manner, and I knew the hour of battle was near.

" Steadily he spoke, and steadily the humming drone that filled the cabin kept its undertones that lulled, that soothed.

It might have lent a deeper undertone to his songs or have enabled his Adagios to draw tears where now they only give a saddened pleasure.

They hear this spirit murmuring its undertone through the Aeneid, and catch its voice in the song of Keats's nightingale, and its light upon the figures on the Urn, and it pierces them no less in Shelley's hopeless lament, O world, O life, O time, than in the rapturous ecstasy of his Life of Life.

"Ah?" replied the other, perceiving evidently some intended undertone of suspicion lurking in the words, but apparently resolved not to commit himself to his companion.

And the recital of these, in the simple and unimposing forms of a diary, even in the instances where they may be thought to fail in awakening deep sympathy, or creating high excitement, will be found, he thinks, to possess a living moral undertone.

That sometimes in hoarse, rushing undertones, Sometimes in thunderous peals of billowy shouts, Called after her to come, and make no stay.

Or, it may have been that, under all the cruel, world-hardness of the thoughts expressed, the young man sensed an undertone of pathetic sadness.

Though your commercial meaning's hid From me, a layman, to my heart You bring a soothing nescio quid; Amid the flux of strikes and plots Two things at present stand like stone: In mines the goodness of their spots, In oils their healthy undertone.

And in the cities that men call their own, And in the unnamed places, waste and lone, This harp forever sounds Life's undertone.

As he observed her, he detected an undertone of sorrow in her most cheerful words, and observed a quick flushing and sudden paling of her cheek, as if she were living over scenes that were thrilling her soul with indignation or chilling her heart with horror.