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.
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Blushed like the waves of hell.
Blushed like the waves of hell.
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.]
Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my
boy; that is the complexion of virtue."
Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my
boy; that is the complexion of virtue."
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.
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.
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!
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?
While mantling on the maiden's cheek
Young roses kindled into thought.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek
Young roses kindled into thought.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
