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Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
 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. 
 '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. 
 Where now I have no one to blush with me,
 To cross their arms and hang their heads with read more 
 Where now I have no one to blush with me,
 To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine,
  To mask their brows and hide their infamy;
   But I alone, alone must sit and pine,
    Seasoning the earth with show'rs of silver brine,
     Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,
      Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans. 
 I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
 Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
  And bear the read more 
 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. 
 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. 
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
 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. 
 From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
 Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
  To revel read more 
 From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
 Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
  To revel in the roses.