Still, the quivering flame that seemed to burn like lava on the line where sky and ocean met, the iris hues softly reflected by the Vapory tissue of clouds in the opposite expanse, and the gorgeous robes in which the on-coming night was wrapped that December evening upon the Yellow Sea, can never be forgotten by any one who witnessed it.
"The Story of Malta"
Maturin M. Ballou
Like thistle-down The Vapory clouds float in the peaceful sky; And sweetly from yon hollow vaults of shade The nightingales breathe out their souls in song.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Round about him were numberless herds of kine, that were grazing Quietly in the meadows, and breathing the Vapory freshness That uprose from the river, and spread itself over the landscape.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow