By noting of the lady I have marked
A thousand blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes.
Much Ado About Nothing, Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel in the roses.
Tamerlane, Act i. Sc. 1. N. ROWE.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek,
Young roses kindled into thought.
Evenings in Greece: Evening II. Song. T. MOORE.
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'erspread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
Dione, Act ii. Sc. 3. J. GAY.
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.
Aurora Leigh. E.B. BROWNING.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Night Thoughts, Night VII. DR. E. YOUNG.
BOATING.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time,
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at Saint Ann's our parting hymn;
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past!
A Canadian Boat Song. T. MOORE.
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
Bermudas. A. MARVELL.
Oh, swiftly glides the bonnie boat,
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher's chorus-note,
Soft moves the dipping oar!
Oh, Swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat. J. BAILLIE.