Miss Willoughby drank a little of the wine: the colour came into her face.
"The Disentanglers" by Andrew Lang
She drank wine to keep the colour in her cheeks, and she told herself that the pain at her heart was nothing.
"A Lost Leader" by E. Phillips Oppenheim
The colour of this wine will prove it.
"Lorna Doone" by R. D. Blackmore
The Gubbio wine is very fragrant, and of a rich ruby colour.
"Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, Complete" by John Symonds
The wine had brought life and colour into the white face.
"Joyce of the North Woods" by Harriet T. Comstock
But as with new wine and old bottles, a new condition of simplicity in furniture and of pure colour in decoration must first be established.
"Wood-Block Printing" by F. Morley Fletcher
The wine brought a colour to her cheeks.
"Mary Gray" by Katharine Tynan
It must have taken a good many cases of the best wine to get a nose just to that colour.
"Some Everyday Folk and Dawn" by Miles Franklin
He poured himself a tumblerful of the deep-coloured red wine, and drank as if it were water.
"The Lion's Mouse" by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
Captain Carew had his glass of clear saffron-coloured wine at his right hand.
"An Australian Lassie" by Lilian Turner
The sun shone down on the clean cloth and the blood-coloured wine, and on the schoolmaster's grey hair.
"Mud and Khaki" by Vernon Bartlett
Now her head fell, and Norma saw the florid colour drain from her face as wine drains from an overturned glass.
"The Beloved Woman" by Kathleen Norris
Sparkling wine, that looseneth the tongue, and displayeth the verity, hath also the quality of colouring it.
"The Ordeal of Richard Feverel" by George Meredith
He held in his hand a cup made of one single ruby, and filled with wine of a purple colour.
"The Thousand and One Days" by Julia Pardoe
Give orders that they bring thee rose-coloured wine; Thou art not treasure, O heedless dunce!
"The Sufistic Quatrains of Omar Khayyam" by Omar Khayyam
Emily, ruddy from the cold air, was wearing a wine coloured dress, which suited her luxurious beauty.
"The White Peacock" by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
Mr. Bishop, with his face a fine port-wine colour, lowered the weapon out of sight.
"Starvecrow Farm" by Stanley J. Weyman
As she sipped the wine a tinge of colour came into her lips.
"Mollie's Prince" by Rosa Nouchette Carey
Her beautiful lips had the rare lines of the unbroken Greek bow, and their colour was like wine.
"The Socialist" by Cyril Arthur Edward Ranger Gull
The sun was just dipping behind the Esterelle mountains and the Mediterranean was the colour of wine.
"The Drunkard" by Cyril Arthur Edward Ranger Gull
And aye she served the lang tables
With white bread and with wine,
And aye she drank the wan water,
To had her colour fine.
"Fair Annie" by Andrew Lang
Books and a coloured skein of thoughts were mine;
And magic words lay ripening in my soul
Till their much-whispered music turned a wine
Whose subtlest power was all in my control.
"Poem" by Aldous Huxley
In soft delicious dreaming when they drain
Thy wine of colour. Virgin fair thou art.
All sweetly fruitful, waiting with soft pain
The spouse that comes to wake thy sleeping heart.
"Western Australia" by John Boyle O Reilly
Burnt spices flash, and burnt wine hisses,
The breathing flame’s mouth curls and kisses
The small dried rows of frankincense;
All round the sad red blossoms smoulder,
Flowers coloured like the fire, but colder,
In sign of sweet things taken hence;
"Ilicet" by Algernon Charles Swinburne