The trickling rain doth fall
Upon us one and all;
The south-wind kisses
The saucy milk-maid's cheek.
The nun's, demure and meek,
Nor any misses. [ E. C. Stedman ]
Give me the eloquent cheek,
When blushes burn and die,
Like thine its changes speak,
The spirit's purity. [ Mrs. Osgood ]
A villain with a smiling cheek. [ Shakespeare ]
His cheek the map of days outworn. [ William Shakespeare ]
O, that I were a glove upon that hand.
That I might touch that cheek! [ William Shakespeare ]
The blushing cheek speaks modest mind.
The lips befitting words most kind,
The eye does tempt to love's desire,
And seems to say 'tis Cupid's fire. [ Harrington ]
The softest blush that nature spreads
Gave color to her cheek:
Such orient color smiles through heaven
When vernal mornings break. [ Mallet ]
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm in the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. [ William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. 4 ]
The lilies faintly to the roses yield.
As on thy lovely cheek, they struggling vie. [ Hoffman ]
We bleed, we tremble, we forget, we smile -
The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry. [ Young ]
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess.
The might - the majesty of Loveliness? [ Byron ]
Fair eldest child of love, thou spotless night!
Empress of silence, and the queen of sleep;
Who, with thy black cheek's pure complexion,
Mak'st lovers' eyes enamoured of thy beauty. [ Marlowe ]
The rising blushes, which her cheek over spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed. [ Gay ]
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip.
Nay, her foot speaks. [ William Shakespeare ]
Her cheek like apples which the sun had ruddied. [ Spenser ]
The morn is up again, the dewy morn,
With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,
And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, -
And glowing into day. [ Byron ]
A love-tint flushes the wind-flower's cheek,
Rich melodies gush from the violet's beak.
On the rifts of the rock, the wild columbines grow.
Their heavy honey-cups bending low. [ Sarah Helen Whitman ]
Give me the eloquent cheek, where blushes burn and die. [ Mrs. Osgood ]
Well - peace to thy heart, though another's it be;
And health to that cheek, though it bloom I not for me. [ Thomas Moore ]
Who has not seen that feeling born of flame
Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
The rapturous touch of some divine surprise
Flash deep suffusion of celestial dyes:
When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed,
And the heart's secret was at once confessed? [ Abraham Coles ]
He that wipes the child's nose kisseth the mother's cheek. [ English Proverb, collected by George Herbert ]
The rose was budded in her cheek, just opening to the view. [ Mallet ]
The dewy morn, with breath all incense and with cheek all bloom. [ Byron ]
Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek. [ William Shakespeare ]
Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love. [ William Shakespeare ]
The tear down childhood's cheek that flows is like the dew-drop on the rose. [ Sir Walter Scott ]
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, as a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. [ William Shakespeare ]
On her cheek blushes the richness of an autumn sky with ever-shifting beauty. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]
Her full heart - its own interpreter - translates itself in silence on her cheek. [ Amelia B. Welby ]
Long, glorious locks, which drop upon thy cheek like gold-hued cloudflakes on the rosy morn. [ Bailey ]
Cheerfulness is just as natural to the heart of a man in strong health as colour to his cheek. [ John Ruskin ]
A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose-leaf bathed in dew. [ Whittier ]
Bid the cheek be ready with a blush, modest as Morning when she coldly eyes the youthful Phoebus. [ William Shakespeare ]
The cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. [ Moore ]
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness is like a villain with a smiling cheek. [ William Shakespeare ]
If thou kiss Wisdom's cheek and make her thine, she will breathe into thy lips divinity, and thou, like Phoebus, shalt speak oracle. [ Decker ]
Had he not long read the heart's hushed secret in the soft, dark eye, lighted at his approach, and on the cheek, coloring all crimson at his lightest look? [ L. E. Landon ]
Oh, but books are such safe company! They keep your secrets well; they never boast that they made your eyes glisten, or your cheek flush, or your heart throb. [ Mrs. S. P. Parton ]
O jealousy, thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue of my fresh cheek to haggard sallowness, and drinks my spirit up. [ Hannah More ]
When you doubt between words, use the plainest, the commonest, the most idiomatic. Eschew fine words as you would rouge, love simple ones as you would native roses on your cheek. [ J. C. Hare ]
A mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his cheek or silvered his brow, who can yet recall, with a softened heart, the fond devotion, or the gentle chidings, of the best friend that God ever gives us. [ Bovee ]