high-coloured

If it proceed from blood adust, or that there be a mixture of blood in it, [2562] such are commonly ruddy of complexion, and high-coloured, according to

Anatomy of Melancholy 2007

Many of them are high-coloured especially after meals, which symptom Cardinal Caecius was much troubled with, and of which he complained to Prosper Calenus his physician, he could not eat, or drink a cup of wine, but he was as red in the face as if he had been at a mayor's feast.

Anatomy of Melancholy 2007

“And, therefore,” as he concluded something abruptly, addressing Jeanie and Butler, who, with faces as high-coloured as crimson, had been listening to his lengthened argument for and against the holy state of matrimony, “I will leave you to your ain cracks.”

The Heart of Mid-Lothian 2007

Just before dark, about two hours after the arrival of the first carriage, a second chariot with four horses had passed over the bridge, and a stout, high-coloured lady, with a very dark pair of eyes, had looked hard at Mr. Warrington.

The Virginians 2006

The clergyman, a tall, high-coloured, handsome young man, read the service in a lively, agreeable voice, giving almost a dramatic point to the chapters of Scripture which he read.

The Virginians 2006

She was a tall young woman, with a rather high-cheek-boned, high-coloured face, and candid grey eyes, and she stood without speaking, her hands folded one over the other.

On Forsyte 'Change 2004

He is no plain-looking boy: that jet-black hair, white brow, high-coloured cheek, those quick, dark eyes, are good points in their way.

Shirley, by Charlotte Bronte 2004

She was a spare, high-coloured, elderly woman and had the oldest-looking cat I had ever seen, for its hair had grown into matted locks of yellowy white.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

She was a spare, high-coloured, elderly woman and had the oldest-looking cat I had ever seen, for its hair had grown into matted locks of yellowy white.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

She was a spare, high-coloured, elderly woman and had the oldest-looking cat I had ever seen, for its hair had grown into matted locks of yellowy white.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965