Breasts that beat, and cheeks that glow. [ Dr. Johnson ]
A six-foot suckling, mincing in its gait.
Affected, peevish, prim and delicate;
Fearful it seemed, tho' of athletic make,
Lest brutal breezes should so roughly shake
Its tender form, and savage motion spread
O'er its pale cheeks, the horrid manly red. [ Churchill ]
Forgot the blush that virgin fears impart
To modest cheeks, and borrowed one from art. [ Cowper ]
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks.
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel in the roses. [ Nicholas Rowe ]
Such war of white and red within her cheeks. [ William Shakespeare, The Taming Of The Shrew ]
The rosy-fingered morn did there disclose
Her beauty, ruddy as a blushing bride,
Gilding the marigold, painting the rose,
With Indian chrysolites her cheeks were dyed. [ Baron ]
Thou need'st not answer; thy confession speaks,
Already reddening in thy guilty cheeks. [ Byron ]
We understood
Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought.
That one might almost say her body thought. [ Donne ]
Upon her cheeks she wept, and from those showers
Sprang up a sweet nativity of flowers. [ Herrick ]
No radiant pearl which crested fortune wears,
No gem that, twinkling, hangs from beauty's ears,
Not the bright stars which night's blue arch adorn,
Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn.
Shine with such lustre as the tear that breaks
For other's woe, down virtue's manly cheeks. [ Darwin ]
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;
No! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved;
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. [ William Shakespeare ]
O, let not woman's weapons, waterdrops, stain my man's cheeks! [ William Shakespeare ]
Let me wipe off this honorable dew, that silverly doth progress on thy cheeks. [ William Shakespeare ]
Where such radiant lights have shone, no wonder if her cheeks be grown sunburnt with lustre of their own. [ John Cleaveland ]
The eloquent blood spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, you might have almost said her body thought. [ Donne ]
Her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her shape, her features, seem to be drawn by love's own hand, by love himself in love. [ Dryden ]
I never knew the old gentleman with the scythe and hour-glass bring anything but gray hairs, thin cheeks, and loss of teeth. [ Dryden ]
Her cheeks blushing, and withal, when she was spoken to. a little smiling, were like roses when their leaves are with a little breath stirred. [ Sir P. Sidney ]
Famine is in thy cheeks. Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes. Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back; The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. [ William Shakespeare ]
See a fond mother encircled by her children; with pious tenderness she looks around, and her soul even melts with maternal love. One she kisses on its cheeks, and clasps another to her bosom; one she sets upon her knee, and finds a seat upon her foot for another. And while, by their actions, by their lisping words, and asking eyes, she understands their numberless little wishes, to these she dispenses a look, and a word to those; and whether she grants or refuses, whether she smiles or frowns, it is all in tender love. [ Krummacher ]