Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before.
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.
Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue."
A blush is no language: only a dubious flagsignal which may mean either of two contradictories.
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
Bello & il rossore, ma e incommodo qualche volta.
The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes inconvenient.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
Such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.
Les hommes rougissent moins de leur crimes
que de leurs faiblesses et de leur vanity.
Men blush less for their crimes than for
their weaknesses and vanity.
L'innocence a rougir n'est point accoutumee.
Innocence is not accustomed to blush.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek
Young roses kindled into thought.
Moore—Evenings in Greece. Evening II. Song.
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel in the roses.
I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush or no.
Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,
That banish what they sue for.
By noting of the lady I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames.
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes.
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so bewrayed.
Where now I have no one to blush with me,
To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine.
Rape of Lucrece. L. 792.
Two red fires in both their faces blazed;
She thought he blush'd, * * *
And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed.
Rape of Lucrece. Line 1, 353.
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
The youthful Phoebus.
Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 228.
Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
That which you are, mistress o' the feast.
Erubuit: salva res est.
He blushes: all is safe.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
BOATING
Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat,
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note,
Soft moves the dipping oar!
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
We lie and listen to the hissing waves,
Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel,
Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves
An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.
