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

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

Blushed like the waves of hell.

Blushed like the waves of hell.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
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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.

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

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

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

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

We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before.

We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before.

The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes convenient.
[It., Bello e il rossore, ma e incommodo qualche volta.]

The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes convenient.
[It., Bello e il rossore, ma e incommodo qualche volta.]

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.