Letitia Elizabeth Landon on Blushing

“What betraying things blushes are ! Like sealing wax in the juvenile riddle, a blush "burns to keep a secret."”

“The apple blossoms' shower of pearl, The pear tree’s rosier hue, As beautiful as woman's blush, As evanescent too.”

“Such was the colour—when her cheek Spoke what the lip might never speak. The crimson flush which could confess All that we hoped—but dared not guess. That blush which through the world is known To love, and to the rose alone—”