"Nacre" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... whereof neither the beginning nor the ending can possibly be discerned. Only the kantiyui knows the key to that riddle. And the whole is held in place with curious ornamental combs, and shot through with long fine pins of gold, silver, nacre, transparent tortoise-shell, or lacquered wood, with cunningly ...
— Glimpses of an Unfamiliar Japan • Lafcadio Hearn
... with a smile. "But it's an interesting subject—so interesting that I only abandoned my reading when I found I was burning my electric lamp by daylight. Listen: A pearl is nothing more or less than nacre, a fluid secretion of a certain variety of oyster—not the eatable kind. A grain of sand gets between the folds of the oyster and its shell and irritates the beast. In self-defense the oyster covers the sand with a fluid which hardens ...
— Aunt Jane's Nieces Out West • Edith Van Dyne
... watching the deft work of the two as they opened the shells started by the heat, sweeping out the fetid contents, and feeling in one swift motion of a thumb for any hidden secretion of the nacre. Nothing was found while I was watching, and as I did not much like the odor, I drew to one side. I found L'Olonnois and Lafitte standing apart, in full character, arms folded and ...
— The Lady and the Pirate - Being the Plain Tale of a Diligent Pirate and a Fair Captive • Emerson Hough
... la nuit, sur la pelouse, Balance le zephyr dans son voile odorant. La rose, vierge encor, se referme jalouse Sur le frelon nacre qu'elle enivre en mourant. Ecoute! tout se tait; songe a ta bien-aimee. Ce soir, sous les tilleuls, a la sombre ramee Le rayon du couchant laisse un adieu plus doux. Ce soir, tout va fleurir: l'immortelle nature Se remplit de parfums, d'amour et ...
— French Lyrics • Arthur Graves Canfield
... Suddenly, With a crescendo like an approaching express train, The fury bursts upon me.... My brain explodes. Pinwheels of violet fire Whirl and spin before my bloodshot eyes— Violet, puce, ochre, nacre, euchre ... all the other Colours, Including jade, umber and sienna. My ears ring, my soul reels. I tingle with agony. Who invented goldenrod? I wish ...
— Songs for a Little House • Christopher Morley |
