from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition

  • adj. Rose-colored: the roseate glow of dawn.
  • adj. Cheerful or bright; optimistic: a roseate outlook.

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  • adj. Like the rose flower; pink; rosy.

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

  • adj. Full of roses; rosy.
  • adj. resembling a rose in color or fragrance; esp., tinged with rose color; blooming.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • Full of roses; consisting of roses; prepared from roses.
  • Of a rose color; blooming: as, roseate beauty.

from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.

  • adj. of something having a dusty purplish pink color


from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition

From Latin roseus, rosy, from rosa, rose.

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rose +‎ -ate (“like, similar to”).


  • Pink-plumed birds called roseate spoonbills flew overhead and big, leafy American lotuses glistened on a distant bank.

    The Seattle Times

  • If Effie's emotional career exposes a hulking gap between the roseate ideals of Victorian marriage and its all-too-prosaic practice, then her stint as her husband's model reveals a similar divide between what might be called the mythology of Victorian art and the way in which the average painting was actually put on canvas.

    A Far From Model Marriage

  • I imagine the design as stucco, predominantly white or beige, or even a pale roseate color, with grey stone trim at strategic points and a mosaic dome in a greenish-blue with geometric patterning; the dome's tiling would probably most resemble the Pima County Courthouse in Tucson in overall mood.

    A Counter-Proposal for a Shrine on the West Coast

  • Their roseate pastels, pleasantly faded after decades of hanging in Yale corridors, chime happily with the actual frescoes on display from the house-church in which early Syriac Christians worshiped and lived.

    Rare Objects, Rarer Practices

  • In the distance, majestic pink-colored roseate spoonbills rose like a rainbow and flew off from the middle of the marsh.

    Rocky Kistner: In the Bayou, a Fisherman Seeks His Own Solution to the Oily Marsh

  • Throughout the following weeks, I piled on all the synonyms I could think of for every trite concept expected of a commencement speech: auspicious, propitious, roseate, utopian, and so on.

    The Dark Side of Innocence

  • But did Rockwell, who knew all about domestic miseries and national threats, want to keep turning out such roseate stuff?

    The norms of Norman Rockwell | Peter Preston

  • Michael Chybowski's roseate lighting strays into the wings to suggest foliage, while the women gather, interact and breeze through the dance like so many daughters of Zephyr.

    Where Dancers and Patrons Meet for a Duet

  • Michael Fry, conservation advocacy director for the American Bird Conservancy, said that the project could "reduce prime offshore sea-duck foraging habitat" and that data suggest "that loons will likely abandon the area for years to come, and there may be significant impacts to endangered roseate terns, which breed in nearby Buzzards Bay and feed in Nantucket Sound."

    Offshore wind farm near Cape Cod, first in U.S., gets federal approval

  • John Humphrys chose to launch his grand tour of the union from Frankfurt for Radio 4's Today programme the other day, with a homily about the euro, integration and "momentum" (which had apparently obliged John and the BBC to portray The Project in a roseate light for decades).

    A return to old Europe


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  • I dried off with a white towel that might have been manufactured in heaven. The flesh can't help it. The flesh merely reports. When I'd finished I was tired and roseate and curiously pleased with the ongoing failure of myself. From "The Last Werewolf" by Glen Duncan.

    March 2, 2012

  • "Mme Verdurin sat alone, the twin hemispheres of her pale, slightly roseate brow magnificently bulging, her hair drawn back, partly in imitation of an eighteenth-century portrait, partly from the need for coolness of a feverish person reluctant to reveal her condition, aloof, a deity presiding over the musical rites, goddess of Wagnerism and sick-headaches, a sort of almost tragic Norn, conjured up by the spell of genius in the midst of all these "bores," in whose presence she would scorn even more than usual to express her feelings upon hearing a piece of music which she knew better than they."

    --The Captive & The Fugitive by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, revised by D.J. Enright, p 331 of the Modern Library paperback edition

    January 20, 2010

  • "We have been told that some pretty girl is tender, loving, full of the most delicate feelings. Our imagination accepts this assurance, and when we behold for the first time, beneath the woven girdle of her golden hair, the rosy disc of her face, we are almost afraid that this too virtuous sister, cooling our ardour by her very virtue, can never be to us the lover for whom we have been longing. What secrets, however, we confide to her from the first moment, on the strength of that nobility of heart, what plans we make together! But a few days later, we regret that we were so confiding, for the rosy-cheeked girl, at our second meeting, addresses us in the language of a lascivious Fury. As for the successive facets which after pulsating for some days the roseate light, now eclipsed, presents to us, it is not even certain that a momentum external to these girls has not modified their aspect, and this might well have happened with my band of girls at Balbec."

    --The Captive & The Fugitive by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, revised by D.J. Enright, pp 77-78 of the Modern Library paperback edition

    December 29, 2009

  • *thought it was spelled "Faire"*

    August 4, 2008

  • We all went to the Renaissance Fayre this weekend and Rose ate half a Swann, the greedy thing.

    August 4, 2008

  • "But I responded to her complaints only with a languid smile; all the more indifferent to these predictions in that whatever happened in would be fine for me; already, I could see the morning sun shining on the slope of Fiesole, and I warmed myself smilingly in its rays; their strength obliged me to half-open and half-shut my eyelids, which, like alabaster lamps, were filled with a roseate glow."

    --The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, Revised by D.J. Enright, p 195 of the Modern Library paperback edition

    August 4, 2008

  • "But when her footman came into the room bringing, one after another, the innumerable lamps which (contained, mostly, in porcelain vases) burned singly or in pairs upon the different pieces of furniture as upon so many altars, rekindling in the twilight, already almost nocturnal, of this winter afternoon the glow of a sunset more lasting, more roseate, more human—filling, perhaps, with romantic wonder the thoughts of some solitary lover wandering in the street below and brought to a standstill before the mystery of the human presence which those lighted windows at once revealed and screened from sight—she had kept a sharp eye on the servant, to see that he set them down in their appointed places."

    -- Swann's Way by Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin, p 241 of the Vintage International paperback edition

    January 13, 2008