"She is like a white rose
!" they cried, and they threw down flowers on her from the balconies.
Being a very tall one, and of luxuriant growth, it had been propped up against the side of the house, and was literally covered with a rare and very beautiful species of white rose
. A large portion of them, as the girl afterwards discovered, had blight or mildew at their hearts; but, viewed at a fair distance, the whole rosebush looked as if it had been brought from Eden that very summer, together with the mould in which it grew.
It was the arm of a Saxon goddess; but no immortal had that exquisite, homely naturalness; and Philip thought of a cottage garden with the dear flowers which bloom in all men's hearts, of the hollyhock and the red and white rose
which is called York and Lancaster, and of love--in-a-mist and Sweet William, and honeysuckle, larkspur, and London Pride.
Suddenly a towering wall of white rose
directly in our path, and though I threw the helm hard over, and reversed our engine, I was too late to avoid collision.
Mademoiselle Eugenie was dressed with elegant simplicity in a figured white silk dress, and a white rose
half concealed in her jet black hair was her only ornament, unaccompanied by a single jewel.
'A thing called White Roses
, by a woman named Edith Butler.'
It was of white chip with a wreath of cheap white roses
and green leaves, and cost between two and three dollars, an unprecedented sum in Rebecca's experience.
I'm to have a wreath of white roses
on my hair and Ruby Gillis is going to lend me her slippers because I haven't any of my own.
The pink roses are love hopeful and expectant--the white roses
are love dead or forsaken--but the red roses--ah, Leslie, what are the red roses?"
And anon the fire went out, and those branches that were burning became red roses, and those branches that were not kindled became white roses
. And those were the first roses and rose-trees that any man saw.
She was reading "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," and her mind was full of the Italian hills and the blue daylight, and the hedges set with little rosettes of red and white roses
. Feeling that her father waited for her, she sighed and said, shutting her book:
He gathered an impression of a gleaming white neck and bosom rising and falling rather more quickly than was natural, eyes which shone softly through the gloom, and the perfume of white roses
, a great cluster of which lay upon the box ledge.