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    His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,
    That two red fires in both faces blazed.
    She thought he blushed as knowing Tarquin's lust,
    And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed;
    Her earnest eye did make him more amazed.

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Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

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Innocence is not accustomed to blush.
[Fr., L'innocence a rougir n'est point accoutumee.]

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.
[Fr., L'innocence a rougir n'est point accoutumee.]

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

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

by John Gay Found in: Blushes Quotes,
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Such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.

Such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.

by Thomas Hood Found in: Blushes Quotes,
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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!

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

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

by Abraham Cowley Found in: Blushes Quotes,
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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.

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Blushed like the waves of hell.

Blushed like the waves of hell.

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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.

by William Shakespeare Found in: Blushes Quotes,
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