Luteous

And men wept sorely,—for his voice had smoothed / Life’s whirlpool, with its softly-echoing tones, / Filling their hearts with peace—but his glad soul / Flung off her luteous chains, and winged her way / Far, far above the pigmy lamentations / Or frivolous praise of men.

[…] the hind tibiæ more luteous than in T. cordiger, but with the apical sixth more contrastedly black; […]

The man who had been standing in the doorway stepped forward to greet them. No pheretrer he! His luteous face, scrobiculate by some unspeakable disease, was further disfigured by an anoopsia.

The driver’s smile widened, showing his luteous tombstone teeth.

His lips still curled back from his luteous teeth like old cabbage leaves, his pointed snout tested the air like a trunk.

Tepshen Lahl nodded, his luteous features grave.

He put his hand on the door handle, but made no other move to leave. He turned his luteous smile on her. “I’m afraid you'll have to loan me some scratch.”