Had she been more of a mother, she might have seen cause for anxiety in this fresh bourgeoning of her beauty.
"What's Mine's Mine"
George MacDonald
Every throb of true love, however mingled with the foolish and the false, is a bourgeoning of the buds of the life eternal-ah, how far from leaves!
"What's Mine's Mine"
George MacDonald
To Harry Grant, just home from a long winter in the bleak Northwest, it seemed as though man and nature were alike rejoicing in the rising of the sap and the bourgeoning of spring.
"Vignettes of Manhattan; Outlines in Local Color"
Brander Matthews