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 Yet will she blush, here be it said,
 To bear her secrets so bewrayed.  
 Yet will she blush, here be it said,
 To bear her secrets so bewrayed. 
 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so 
fast,
 But the tender bloom of read more 
 '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. 
 Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and 
vanity.
 [Fr., Les hommes rougissent moins de read more 
 Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and 
vanity.
 [Fr., Les hommes rougissent moins de leur crimes que de leurs 
faiblesses et de leur vanite.] 
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
 I have marked
 A thousand blushing apparitions
  To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
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 I have marked
 A thousand blushing apparitions
  To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
   In angel whiteness beat away those blushes,
    And in her eye there hath appeared a fire
     To burn the errors that these princes hold
      Against her maiden truth. 
 I will go wash;
 And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
  Whether I blush or read more 
 I will go wash;
 And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
  Whether I blush or no. 
 I ask, that I might waken reverence,
 And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
  Modest read more 
 I ask, that I might waken reverence,
 And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
  Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
   The youthful Phoebus,
    Which is that god in office, guiding men? 
 An Arab, by his earnest gaze,
 Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
  A smile within his read more 
 An Arab, by his earnest gaze,
 Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
  A smile within his eyelids plays
   And into words his longing gushes. 
 Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
 Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
  The read more 
 Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
 Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
  The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;
   They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,
    And flare up bodily, wings and all.