Over the mirror was a cluster of blush-roses she had made.

With the violets, the beautiful blush-bells of the anemone come garlanded with their graceful leaves, plentifully enough.

How the blush-blossoms shook on the upland, Like a red-cloud of sunset afar, And the lilies gleamed up from the marsh pond Like the pale silver rim of a star; How the brook chimed a beautiful chorus, With the birds that sang high in the trees; And how the bright shadows of sunset Trailed goldenly down on the breeze.

Overflow it with the roses Which her timid blush discloses.

Her blush doth shed All o'er the bed Clear shame-faced beams That spread in streams, And purple round the modest air. II.

Her cheeks in modest blushes dyes, To shew through her transparent skin That she is no lesse fair within Then shee's without; or else her countenance Envying the honour done her mouth perchance, Puts on her scarlet robes as who Should say: 'And am not I fair too?' (II. i.)

The new-sprung creature finish'd thus for harms, Adjusts her habit, practises her charms, With blushes glows, or shines with lively smiles, Confirms her will, or recollects her wiles: 110 Then conscious of her worth, with easy pace Glides by the glass, and, turning, views her face.

My altered cheek turns pale, While upon thine, sweet maid, I see A deep'ning blush prevail.

MADAM, The bard who first adorn'd our native tongue, Tuned to his British lyre this ancient song: Which Homer might without a blush rehearse, And leaves a doubtful palm in Virgil's verse: He match'd their beauties, where they most excel; Of love sung better, and of arms as well.

If some young enthusiast compares the daughterin her eighteenth yearto a bursting blush rosebud full of promise, some older one immediately retorts that the otherin her thirty-fifthis the red, red, full-blown, faultless joy of the garden.

Great God of vengeance, here I firmly vow, Make but my Mexicans successful now, And with a thousand feasts thy flames I'll feed; And that I take shall on the altars bleed; Princes themselves shall fall, and make thy shrine, Died with their blood, in glorious blushes shine.

The boy knew nought of love, and, touched with shame, He strove, and blushed, but still the blush became: In rising blushes still fresh beauties rose; The sunny side of fruit such blushes shows, And such the moon, when all her silver white Turns in eclipses to a ruddy light.

Penelope with a rare blush andwell, one party went to luncheon while the other went to bed.

This bears large flowers of a most beautiful and delicate blush tint.