I remember, and I know that blue haze
like the mist on the mountains in Switzerland.
I think," said Anne softly, "that `the land where dreams come true' is in the blue haze
yonder, over that little valley.
She was the thing we call romance, which lives in the little hut beyond the blue haze
of the pine-woods.
The clock ticked above the dresser, a piece of charred wood fell now and then in the stove, and the faint sharp scent of the geraniums mingled with the odour of Ethan's smoke, which began to throw a blue haze
about the lamp and to hang its greyish cobwebs in the shadowy corners of the room.
Within the hour we were fairly within the Straits of Gibraltar, the tall yellow-splotched hills of Africa on our right, with their bases veiled in a blue haze
and their summits swathed in clouds--the same being according to Scripture, which says that "clouds and darkness are over the land.
Rio de Janeiro -- Excursion north of Cape Frio -- Great Evaporation -- Slavery -- Botofogo Bay -- Terrestrial Planariae -- Clouds on the Corcovado -- Heavy Rain -- Musical Frogs -- Phosphorescent Insects -- Elater, springing powers of -- Blue Haze
-- Noise made by a Butterfly -- Entomology -- Ants -- Wasp killing a Spider -- Parasitical Spider -- Artifices of an Epeira -- Gregarious Spider -- Spider with an unsymmetrical Web.
Similar natural compounds give the Blue Ridge Mountains in Appalachia their name, from the blue haze
formed by terpenes emitted from the trees there, Gilman added.
These hydrocarbons accumulate into small particles a fraction of a micrometer in size which scatter sunlight to make the blue haze
Formation of nanoparticles of blue haze
enhanced by anthropogenic pollution," Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, vol.
362 seconds to prevail over William Hand and his Blue Haze
machine in the final showdown.
On one occasion three women chain-smokers flicked their lighters all through the performance and surrounded all nearby with a blue haze
I'll take you away from this city of man All pushed into trains like sardines in a can People running all over with nowhere to go Streets full of faces with their heads bowed so low We'll fly away just you and I in my orange balloon And a peppermint sky We will pass meadows of silver all silver and gold Woodlands of blue haze
all your arms can hold Past purple mountains where gold eagles play On to green pastures that's where we'll stay No more running all over with nowhere to go We'll we bathing in lakes were cool waters flow We'll fly away just you and I in my orange balloon And a peppermint sky by Bery Barlow, Pensby