Kitty has taken off her straw hat, the sunlight caresses the delicate plenitudes of the bent neck, the delicate plenitudes bound with white cambric, cambric swelling gently over the bosom into the narrow circle of the waist, cambric fluted to the little wrist, reedy Translucid hands; cambric falling outwards and flowing like a great white flower over the green sward, over the mauve stocking, and the little shoe set firmly.
"A Mere Accident"
George Moore
A world of calm colour with phantoms moving, floating past and changing in dim light-an averted face with abundant hair, the gleam of a perfect bust or the poise of a neck turning slowly round, the gaze of deep Translucid eyes.
"Confessions of a Young Man"
George Moore
Under its fine Translucid skin there is nothing coloured, save the long digestive pouch, which is swollen a deep purple by the pulp of the consumed Crickets.
"The Glow-Worm and Other Beetles"
Jean Henri Fabre