Wannish

No tree in all the grove but has its charms, / Though each its hue peculiar; paler ſome, / And of a wanniſh grey; […]

Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire / Sprinkled with stars, like Ariadne's tiar: [...]

Morning arises stormy and pale, / No sun, but a wannish glare / In fold upon fold of hueless cloud, / And the budded peaks of the wood are bow’d /Caught and cuff’d by the gale: / I had fancied it would be fair.

The moon turns the smoke into wannish clouds of white and yellow, which slowly rise, break, and disappear.

Sheer slanting down the sky an opal light / Pierces the snow-blur's veil of wannish gray, / In iridescent sheen, tingeing the dazzling white / With amethystine, gold or beryl ray.

[G]arishly enough they [gas jets] glared there, transparently wannish as it were shamed, like blinking night-things surprised by the brilliance of day, they having so flared and stared for months, or years, inasmuch as they were now blazing diminished, with streaks and rays in the flame, as if by effort: […]

As the various worlds looked on, the three diamond worlds reappeared, but would never gleam with the luster of Brogi’s formula again. As the time passed, they glowed softly, in a wannish white, to the puzzlement of all except Gray, who knew, somehow, that this was the color of unconscious angels.