Blushing

An Arab, by his earnest gaze, And into words his longing gushes.

— Blushing

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,And flare up bodily, wings and all.

— Blushing

I pity bashful men, who feel the painOf needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.

— Blushing

What betraying things blushes are ! Like sealing wax in the juvenile riddle, a blush "burns to keep a secret."

— Blushing

The apple blossoms' shower of pearl,As evanescent too.

— Blushing

Such was the colour—when her cheekTo love, and to the rose alone—

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I will go wash;Whether I blush or no.

— Blushing

Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,That banish what they sue for.

— Blushing

By noting of the lady I have mark'dIn angel whiteness beat away those blushes.

— Blushing

Where now I have no one to blush with me,To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine.

— Blushing

Two red fires in both their faces blazed;And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed.

— Blushing

And bid the cheek be ready with a blushThe youthful Phœbus.

— Blushing

Come, quench your blushes and present yourselfThat which you are, mistress o' the feast.

— Blushing

Man is the Only Animal that Blushes. Or needs to.

— Blushing

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

— Blushing

So sweet the blush of bashfulness,E'en pity scarce can wish it less!

— Blushing

Blushed like the waves of hell.

— Blushing

'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast,But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

— Blushing

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

— Blushing

Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue."

— Blushing

A blush is no language: only a dubious flag-signal which may mean either of two contradictories.

— Blushing

The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,Are opening roses in the lily's bed.

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Blushing is the colour of virtue.

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Such a blushLike red poppies grown with corn.

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While mantling on the maiden's cheekYoung roses kindled into thought.

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From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,To revel in the roses.

— Blushing

Yet will she blush, here be it said,To hear her secrets so bewrayed.

— Blushing