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Cheeks as brown as oak leaves. Anonymous | 1 |
Cheek as the blood of the dragon bright. Arabian Nights | 2 |
The down on his cheeks dispread like myrtles springing from the heart of a bright red rose. Arabian Nights | 3 |
Cheeks like blood-red anemones. Arabian Nights | 4 |
John Bull looked ruddy and plump, with a pair of cheeks like a trumpeter. John Arbuthnot | 5 |
Upon her tender cheek the mingled dye is scattered, of the lily and the rose. Ariosto | 6 |
Checks, like men who live, and draw the vital air. Matthew Arnold | 7 |
The blood within her crystal cheekes did such a colour drive, As though the lillye and the rose for mastership did strive. English Ballad | 8 |
Her cheeks like living roses glow. Scottish Ballad | 9 |
Cheeks as soft as July peaches. William Cox Bennett | 10 |
Her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom as a wild rose. Emily Brontë | 11 |
Cheeks full and swollen, like a ploughboys. Edward Bulwer-Lytton | 12 |
Her cheek like the spray o th sea. Alice Cary | 13 |
Cheeks as brown as sun could kiss them. Alice Cary | 14 |
Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud that beautifies Auroras face. Henry Constable | 15 |
Theres a mantling flush that dwells in his cheeks, Like a roseleaf thrown on the snow. Eliza Cook | 16 |
With a cheek like a burning rose. Barry Cornwall | 17 |
Like a rose set in snow was the bloom on her cheek. John Crawford | 18 |
Her glowing cheeks like youthful Hebes fair. John Cunningham | 19 |
A blooming pair of vermeil cheeks, like Hebes in her ruddiest hours. George Darley | 20 |
Your cheeks of late are like bad printed books, So dimly charactered, I scarce can spell One line of love in them. Thomas Dekker | 21 |
Her cheeks were like the roses red. Michael Drayton | 22 |
The frighted blood Scarce yet recalled to her pale cheeks, Like the first streaks of light broke loose from darkness, And dawning into blushes. John Dryden | 23 |
Cheeks pearly as those of Pallas of Virgil. Alexandre Dumas, père | 24 |
A cheek like an apple-blossom. George Eliot | 25 |
Lovely her cheeks were, like berries red. Ancient Erse | 26 |
Her cheeks are as red as the roses sheen. Sir Samuel Ferguson | 27 |
His cheek is like the rose of spring. Firdausi | 28 |
Cheek crimsoned like the bloom of the pomegranate. Firdausi | 29 |
Her cheeks, as snowy apples sopt in wines. Giles Fletcher | 30 |
Cheeks are as round and as red as a cherry. David Garrick | 31 |
That human, humorous mouth; those cheeks [Lincolns] that hold Like some harsh landscape all the summers gold. Richard Watson Gilder | 32 |
Cheeks like the rose on a bed of snow. Alfred Perceval Graves | 33 |
A cheek wherein for interchange of hue A wrangling strife twixt lily and the rose. Robert Greene | 34 |
Her cheeks, like rose and lily yield forth gleams. Robert Greene | 35 |
Her cheeks like ripened lilies steeped in wine, Or fair pomegranate kernels washed in milk, Or snow-white threads in nests of crimson silk, Or gorgeous clouds upon the suns decline. Robert Greene | 36 |
Cheeks that shamed the rose. John Harrington | 37 |
Cheeks like creame enclairited. Robert Herrick | 38 |
Cheeks like roses when they blow. Robert Herrick | 39 |
Cheeks as ripe as apples. Leigh Hunt | 40 |
Her cheeks like winter apples red of hue. Jean Ingelow | 41 |
Cheeks as pink as a seashell. Mary Johnston | 42 |
Cheeks for all the world like a roseberry ice upon a ground of custard. Hugh Kelly | 43 |
Her cheek was as a rainbow, it so changed, As each emotion oer its surface ranged. Letitia Elizabeth Landon | 44 |
Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud, That beautifies Auroras face; Or like the silver crimson shroud, That Phbus smiling looks doth grace. Thomas Lodge | 45 |
Cheeks like the dawn of day. Henry W. Longfellow | 46 |
Your cheeks are roses fair yet pink. Catulle Mendès | 47 |
Cheek was wan as clay. William J. Mickle | 48 |
Her cheek was as white and cold as clay. Winthrop Mackworth Praed | 49 |
Cheeks like peaches. Francis S. Saltus | 50 |
Cheeks like Punic apples are. George Sandys | 51 |
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp. William Shakespeare | 52 |
Had wet their cheeks, like trees bedashed with rain. William Shakespeare | 53 |
Her cheekes lyke apples which the sun hath rudded. Edmund Spenser | 54 |
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers. Old Testament | 55 |
His cheeks, as roses red, as lilies fair. William Thomson | 56 |
Her cheeks are as the fading stain Where the peach reddens to the south. Oscar Wilde | 57 |
Her cheek was like the moist heart of a rose. N. P. Willis | 58 |
Cheeks were red as ruddy clover. William Wordsworth | 59 |
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