from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

  • adj. Of the delicate purplish pink color likened to that of peach blooms; -- applied esp. to a Chinese porcelain, small specimens of which bring great prices in the Western countries.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. In ceramics, a glaze of Oriental porcelain of warm purple color or inclining to pink, like the blossom of the peach. The pieces bearing this name are sometimes mottled and clouded in different shades of the same color.
  • n. A variety of potato: so called from its color.


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  • But a fellow can't expect to be a peachblow at Camp Hard

    Dorothy Dale : a girl of today

  • Long ago we knew her as an unworldly girl, whose peachblow coloring gave to her face its chief beauty, although her plaintive blue eyes and smooth brown hair called forth a certain protective faith in her simplicity and goodness.

    The Love Affairs of an Old Maid

  • They pulled it out and doubled it back, and looped it over, and pulled it out; and sometimes a peachblow cheek touched a bronzed one; and sometimes a sweet little voice spluttered out; "you Jack;" and there was

    Gov. Bob. Taylor's Tales

  • She wore an imported gown of peachblow satin that must have been a considerable item of expense to her doting father.

    Marjorie Dean High School Sophomore

  • Women under thirty seldom know much, unless Fate has been kind and cuffed them thoroughly, so the little peachblow Americaine did not interest me.

    Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great

  • His lacquered shelves hold priceless pottery -- peachblow and cinnabar and silver grey -- pottery glazed like the new moon, fired how long ago for a moon-pale princess of the East, whose very name is dust!

    Profiles from China

  • And there I sat on my front steps, being embraced in a perfume of everybody's lilacs and peachblow and sweet syringa and affectionate interest and moonlight, with a letter in my hand from the man whose two photographs and many letters I had kept locked up in the garret for years.

    The Melting of Molly

  • Wednesday after the third Friday in April, the ordinary Siwash man discovers that some girl whom he has known all year isn't a girl at all, but a peachblow angel who is just stopping on earth to make a better man of him and show him what a dull, pifflish thing Paradise would be without her.

    At Good Old Siwash

  • Her eyes were dreamily bright, her cheeks genuine peachblow, her expression

    The Four Million

  • The peachblow was all gone from White Pigeon's cheek, but she was fairly wise and reasonably good -- I'm certain of that.

    Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great - Volume 02 Little Journeys To the Homes of Famous Women


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