What message, years of conflagration, have you: madness or hope? On thin cheeks strained by war and liberation bloody reflections still remain.
Shall I, wasting in despair,Die because a woman’s fair?Or make pale my cheeks with care,’Cause another’s rosy are?Be she fairer than the day,Or the flowery meads in May,If she be not so to me,What care I how fair she be?george wither
How easy it is to call rogue and villain, and that wittily! But how hard to make a man appear a fool, a blockhead, or a knave, without using any of those opprobrious terms! Tosparethegrossness ofthenames, and to dothe thing yet moreseverely, isto drawa full face, and tomake the nose and cheeks stand out, and yet not to employ any depth of shadowing.john dryden
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes.Paul Laurence Dunbar
A girl whose cheeks are covered with paint Has an advantage with me over one whose ain't.
The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.salvador dalí
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.john donne
As for Gordon Brown - I've described him and Blair as two cheeks of the same arse.George Galloway
'Clearer and nearer still,' cried the Rat joyously. 'Now you must surely hear it! Ah at last I see you do!' Breathless and transfixed the Mole stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly. He saw the tears on his comrade's cheeks, and bowed his head and understood.Kenneth Grahame
When a young woman's cheeks redden for no apparent reason, there is usually a man involved.robert jordan
I remember… his first introduction to Mr. Haydon; and when in the course of conversation that great artist asked him, "if he did not love his country," how the blood rushed to his cheeks and the tears to his eyes, at his energetic reply. His love of freedom was ardent and grand.john keats
But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay, What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon.Sir Walter Raleigh
Discord, a sleepless hag who never dies, With Snipe-like nose, and Ferret-glowing eyes, Lean sallow cheeks, long chin with beard supplied, Poor crackling joints, and wither'd parchment hide, As if old Drums, worn out with martial din, Had clubb'd their yellow Heads to form her Skin.john wolcot
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring To revel in the roses.nicholas rowe
I asked of my dear friend Orator Prig: "What's the first part of oratory?" He said, "A great, wig." "And what is the second?" Then, dancing a jig And bowing profoundly, he said, "A great wig." "And what is the third?" Then he snored like a pig, And puffing his cheeks out, he replied, "A great wig."
The red wine first must rise In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em Talk us to silence.william shakespeare
Touch me with noble anger! And let not women's weapons, water drops, Stain my man's cheeks.william shakespeare
Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile, And cry, "Content" to that which grieves my heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.william shakespeare
You can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanch'd with fear.william shakespeare
The Ethiop gods have Ethiop lips, Bronze cheeks, and woolly hair; The Grecian gods are like the Greeks, As keen-eyed, cold and fair.walter bagehot
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks!
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 prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.