But you have not this lovely lake, nor, I suppose, the delicate purple mist which folds these slumbering mountains in airy veils.

There, glimmering white and snowy, enveloped in a delicate rose-coloured mist, rose the glistening pinnacle.

She was a delicate mist, no more.

Then his own longsword was airborne along with half his right hand, in a delicate mist of his dark orange blood.

Out of the dark, out of the delicate mist, the lady rose up.

In delicate mists, the other flowering trees were coming into bud.

The Second Month had come, and plum trees in bloom and in bud receded into a delicate mist.

A delicate mist tickled the back of her neck, but she couldnt tell whether it was the lighter rainfall or spray from the stream.

The far slope led down to a small, island-dotted lake, upon whose surface delicate mists played.

Phil splashed a delicate mist of whiskey into his brew.