moss-rose

Faith had a lovely moss-rose in her hat — a rose just peeping through its lattice at mankind, before it should open and blush at them — and she knew what it was that he admired more than the sweetest rose that ever gemmed itself with dew.

Springhaven Richard Doddridge 2004

The footstool was the right size for a table with a fringed napkin for a tablecloth; and Adelaide had her own little set of dishes, white with a moss-rose pattern.

Caddie Woodlawn’s Family Carol Ryrie Brink 2000

The footstool was the right size for a table with a fringed napkin for a tablecloth; and Adelaide had her own little set of dishes, white with a moss-rose pattern.

Caddie Woodlawn’s Family Carol Ryrie Brink 2000

Serenely unkempt were those final years, free from conflict, doubt or dismay, while she reverted gently to a rustic simplicity as a moss-rose reverts to a wild one.

Cider With Rosie Lee, Laurie 1959

She was pulling weeds out of the moss-rose bed, the seed of which she had brought from home, when Enoch came, and she saw that his lips were quivering.

The Dollmaker Harriette Arnow 1954

Among them were to be noticed many minute patterns of the most delicate star-crystals, and the surface of the floor was nearly covered with congelations of the purest white, resembling in shape, size, and beauty the leaf of the moss-rose.

Adrift in the Ice-Fields Charles W. Hall

Avenel -- burying under her embrace blue coat, moss-rose, white waistcoat and all -- with a vehement sob and a loud exclamation!

Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. 3, July, 1851 Various

I cherished this moss-rose a long time as a sacred talisman; I had reason to cherish it always, as the record of the first victory won over myself.

The French Immortals Series — Complete Various

Here was a small single moss-rose plant, in a pot, which is the only one

A Trip to Paris in July and August 1792 Richard Twiss

She was but a girl -- a mere child, he said; and yet there was something more than childish grace in that light, but rounded form, where beauty was more than budding, but not quite blossomed, like a moss-rose in its loveliest state of loveliness.

The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 4, March, 1851 Various