Marmoreal

How many a night serene, shall I behold / Those vvarm attractive orbits, close inshrined / In ether, over vvhich Love's column rose / Marmoreal, trophied round vvith golden hair.

[T]he green / And glancing shadows of the sea did play / O'er its marmoreal depth: […]

Each feminine delight of florid lip, / Eyes brimming o'er and brow bowed down with love, / Marmoreal neck and bosom uberous,— […]

The marmoreal whiteness of her perfect neck and firm, well-rounded arms was emphasized by a sharp contrast. Of color there was none, save for the slight flush of health in her cheeks and the rich, red line of her strong, sensitive mouth.

Youth's infinite choice of roads had given place to a rigid groove, presided over by a relentless marmoreal blonde.

Irma had collapsed into a chair, and her long marmoreal face was buried in her hands.

[I]f now the soldier's fingertips, the pads, seemingly endowed with a sudden clairvoyance, could sense through those different stuffs the hems of subterranean garments and even the very minute roughness of skin, pores and moles—if, as I said, his fingertips arrived at this, perhaps her flesh, marmoreal and lazy, was hardly aware that these were, in fact, fingertips, and not for example, nails or knuckles.

The gods, of course, were a quite farcical invention, though necessary for the as it were marmoreal exaltation of the civic virtues.