Pale

Pale may refer to:

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Pale, India - Demographics
... As of 2001 India census, Pale had a population of 5706 ... Pale has an average literacy rate of 75%, higher than the national average of 59.5% male literacy is 82%, and female literacy is 67% ... In Pale, 10% of the population is under 6 years of age ...
Thrandina
... Their carapace is dark brown to black, except for a central pale longitudinal stripe on the thorax ... The legs are pale to medium brown, with a darker femur I ... The abdomen is medium brown with lighter chevrons above, and pale below with dark speckles ...
Common Wood-Nymph - Life Cycle
... The egg is pale yellow, later turning to a tan color with orange or pink blotches ... The pale green chrysalis is striped in white or pale yellow ...
Lexias Pardalis - Description
... dark brown with several rows of yellow spots, a pale green pattern on the lower wings ... the female the forewings are dark brown and the hindwings are pale bluish green, with whitish spots in both wings ... Caterpillars of the last instars are pale green and have many spines radiating from the body ...
Lactarius Pallidus - Description
... It is pale buff in colour, sometimes dull but often with rosy tint ... It can also be a pale brown or pale flesh colour ... The pale colour, incurved margin and smooth cap are its most distinguishing features ...

Famous quotes containing the word pale:

    Two pale drops of fire. Guttering on the vast consuming darkness. My sister and myself. Shortly they will burn no more.
    Richard Matheson (b. 1926)

    O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
    I aft hae kissed sae fondly;
    And closed for ay, the sparkling glance
    That dwalt on me sae kindly;
    And moldering now in silent dust
    That heart that lo’ed me dearly!
    Robert Burns (1759–1796)

    How oft when men are at the point of death
    Have they been merry! which their keepers call
    A lightning before death: O, how may I
    Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
    Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
    Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
    Thou art not conquered; beauty’s ensign yet
    Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
    And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.
    William Shakespeare (1564–1616)