Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, Avisitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.
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 flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.erasmus darwin
Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, as seal to this indenture of my love.william shakespeare
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.william wordsworth
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 flowsDown Virtue’s manly cheek for others’ woes.erasmus darwin
There Affectation, with a sickly mien,Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen.Alexander Pope
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile— The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry.Edward Young
Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life’s headlong train; The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once crush’d, less quick to spring again.Matthew Arnold
Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head!walter scott
Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.Percy Bysshe Shelley
A pardlike Spirit beautiful and swift A Love in desolation masked; a Power Girt round with weakness; it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow; even whilst we speak Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.Percy Bysshe Shelley
See truth, love, and mercy in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phœbus.william shakespeare
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread, Are opening roses in the lily's bed.john gay
Turning the other cheek is a kind of moral jiu-jitsu.gerald stanley lee
My fond affection thou hast seen, Then judge of my regret To think more happy thou hadst been If we had never met! And has that thought been shared by thee? Ah, no! that smiling cheek Proves more unchanging love for me Than labor'd words could speak.thomas haynes bayly
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 contained no tomb, And glowing into day.lord byron
With odorous oil thy head and hair are sleek; And then thou kemb'st the tuzzes on thy cheek: Of these, my barbers take a costly care.john dryden
The barber's man hath been seen with him, and the old ornament of his cheek hath already stuffed tennis-balls.william shakespeare
"The dictionary definition of a Christian is one who follows Christ; kind, kindly, Christ-like. Anarchism is voluntary cooperation for good, with the right of secession. A Christian anarchist is therefore one who turns the other cheek, overturns the tables of the moneychangers, and does not need a cop to tell him how to behave. A Christian anarchist does not depend upon bullets or ballots to achieve his ideal; he achieves that ideal daily by the One-Man Revolution with which he faces a decadent, confused, and dying world."