The fragrance of her rich and delightful character still lingered about the place where she had lived, as a dried rosebud
scents the drawer where it has withered and perished.
Her gown was of a soft white silky stuff that clung to her round young figure like a fish's skin, and it was rippled over with the gracefulest little fringy films of lace; she had deep, tender eyes, with long, curved lashes; and she had peachy cheeks, and a dimpled chin, and such a dear little rosebud
of a mouth; and she was so dovelike, so pure, and so gracious, so sweet and so bewitching.
Then don't find fault with me,' said Dora, making a rosebud
of her mouth; 'and I'll be good.
Covering my face with both hands, I emitted a deep and deathlike groan, as if my tormented soul were rending me asunder--I, the most exquisitely fastidious of men, and whose wife was to have been the most delicate and refined of women, with all the fresh dew-drops glittering on her virgin rosebud
of a heart!
But when, supper over, she found the corners of the rosebud
mouth still pathetically down and Billy's breath still quivering in long gasps, she gathered the snuggly body to her and vowed in little broken love-words that from now on his father should have no further opportunities for discipline.
He tried to think what it was like; at first he thought of pea soup; but, driving away that idea angrily, he thought of the petals of a yellow rosebud
when you tore it to pieces before it had burst.
Even Allie Boone, whose frocks came from Paris, was wont to look with longing eyes on that rosebud
concoction as Anne trailed up the main staircase at Redmond in it.
It is this,' resumed he: 'that Annabella Wilmot, in comparison with you, is like a flaunting peony compared with a sweet, wild rosebud
gemmed with dew - and I love you to distraction
Willingly had the moss rosebud
loaned to her cheeks of its pink--and as for the violet
The Nuns' House is never in such a state of flutter as when this allotted husband calls to see little Rosebud
Her mouth was not of the rosebud
type she saw in the magazines.
Lucy put up the neatest little rosebud
mouth to be kissed; everything about her was neat,--her little round neck, with the row of coral beads; her little straight nose, not at all snubby; her little clear eyebrows, rather darker than her curls, to match hazel eyes, which looked up with shy pleasure at Maggie, taller by the head, though scarcely a year older.