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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.]
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 pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the read more
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.
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so
fast,
But the tender bloom of read more
'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.
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel read more
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel in the roses.
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.
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.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
An Arab, by his earnest gaze,
Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
A smile within his read more
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.