Rosebud, if a Cowslip opens three leaves in one day and four the next, how many rosy leaves will there be when the whole flower has bloomed?
On a rosy morning cloud, surrounded by the loving Elves, went Eva through the sunny sky.
There were rosy
bleeding-hearts and great splendid crimson peonies; white, fragrant narcissi and thorny, sweet Scotch roses; pink and blue and white columbines and lilac-tinted Bouncing Bets; clumps of southernwood and ribbon grass and mint; purple Adam-and-Eve, daffodils, and masses of sweet clover white with its delicate, fragrant, feathery sprays; scarlet lightning that shot its fiery lances over prim white musk-flowers; a garden it was where sunshine lingered and bees hummed, and winds, beguiled into loitering, purred and rustled.
He had "a way with him"--revealed even in the manner with which he caught staid Aunt Janet in his arms, swung her matronly form around as though she had been a slim schoolgirl, and kissed her rosy
The girl shivered a little and grew pale even under the rosy
light; for now but one guess remained, and her own fate depended upon the result.
But her eyes were as black and brilliant, her cheeks as rosy
, and her dimples as enchanting, as in the long-ago days when she and Anne Shirley had vowed eternal friendship in the garden at Orchard Slope.
For a week he hasn't let Rosy step outside the door with me.
I thought," went on Chunk hopefully, "that if I had one of them powders to give Rosy when I see her at supper to-night it might brace her up and keep her from reneging on the proposition to skip.
But for you I shall make it, and you shall see how it makes Rosy to think of you.
Long slept Zarathustra; and not only the rosy dawn passed over his head, but also the morning.
Twixt rosy dawn and rosy dawn there came unto me a new truth.
An officer, buttoning his glove, stood aside in the doorway, and stroking his mustache, admired rosy Kitty.
Her eyes sparkled, and her rosy lips could not keep from smiling from the consciousness of her own attractiveness.
Fred,' said Mr Swiveller, 'remember the once popular melody of Begone dull care; fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
It was in these apartments that Mr Swiveller made use of the expressions above recorded for the consolation and encouragement of his desponding friend; and it may not be uninteresting or improper to remark that even these brief observations partook in a double sense of the figurative and poetical character of Mr Swiveller's mind, as the rosy wine was in fact represented by one glass of cold gin-and-water, which was replenished as occasion required from a bottle and jug upon the table, and was passed from one to another, in a scarcity of tumblers which, as Mr Swiveller's was a bachelor's establishment, may be acknowledged without a blush.