<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Blushes - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[An Arab, by his earnest gaze, Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;  A smile within his eyelids plays ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4369]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4369</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.  The sudden blush ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4370]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4370</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less! ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4371]]></link><description><![CDATA[So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4371</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Blushed like the waves of hell. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4372]]></link><description><![CDATA[Blushed like the waves of hell.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4372</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA['Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4373]]></link><description><![CDATA['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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4373</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pure friendship's well-feigned blush. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4374]]></link><description><![CDATA[Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4374</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4375]]></link><description><![CDATA[We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4375</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,  And bear the marks upon ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4376]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4376</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue." ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4377]]></link><description><![CDATA[Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue."]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4377</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A blush is no language: only a dubious flag-signal which may mean either of two contradictories. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4378]]></link><description><![CDATA[A blush is no language: only a dubious flag-signal which may mean either of two contradictories.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4378</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread, Are opening roses in the lily's bed. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4379]]></link><description><![CDATA[The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread, Are opening roses in the lily's bed.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4379</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes convenient. [It., Bello e il rossore, ma e incommodo qualche volta.] ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4380]]></link><description><![CDATA[The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes convenient. [It., Bello e il rossore, ma e incommodo qualche volta.]]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4380</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Blushing is the colour of virtue. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4381]]></link><description><![CDATA[Blushing is the colour of virtue.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4381</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Such a blush In the midst of brown was born,  Like red poppies grown with corn. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4382]]></link><description><![CDATA[Such a blush In the midst of brown was born,  Like red poppies grown with corn.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4382</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity. [Fr., Les hommes rougissent moins de leur crimes ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4383]]></link><description><![CDATA[Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity. [Fr., Les hommes rougissent moins de leur crimes que de leurs faiblesses et de leur vanite.]]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4383</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Innocence is not accustomed to blush. [Fr., L'innocence a rougir n'est point accoutumee.] ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4384]]></link><description><![CDATA[Innocence is not accustomed to blush. [Fr., L'innocence a rougir n'est point accoutumee.]]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4384</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4385]]></link><description><![CDATA[While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4385</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring  To revel in the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4386]]></link><description><![CDATA[From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring  To revel in the roses.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4386</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive  Whether I blush or no. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4387]]></link><description><![CDATA[I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive  Whether I blush or no.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4387</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I ask, that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush  Modest as morning ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4388]]></link><description><![CDATA[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?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4388</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite, Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,  That banish what they sue ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4389]]></link><description><![CDATA[Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite, Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes,  That banish what they sue for: redeem thy brother   By yielding up thy body to my will,    Or else he must not only die the death,     But thy unkindess shall his death draw out      To ling'ring sufferance.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4389</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I have marked A thousand blushing apparitions  To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames   In ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4390]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4390</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Yet will she blush, here be it said, To bear her secrets so bewrayed. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4391]]></link><description><![CDATA[Yet will she blush, here be it said, To bear her secrets so bewrayed.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4391</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[His kindled duty kindled her mistrust, That two red fires in both faces blazed.  She thought he blushed as ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4392]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4392</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Where now I have no one to blush with me, To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4393]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/4393</guid></item></channel></rss>