Careful Words

cheek (n.)

cheek (v.)

cheek (adv.)

cheek (adj.)

Mercy and justice, marching cheek by joule.

Du Bartas (1544-1590): First Week, First Day.

The light of love, the purity of grace,

The mind, the music breathing from her face,

The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,—

And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6.

Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing

Such notes as, warbled to the string,

Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

John Milton (1608-1674): Il Penseroso. Line 105.

I am all the daughters of my father's house,

And all the brothers too.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

He that loves a rosy cheek,

Or a coral lip admires,

Or from star-like eyes doth seek

Fuel to maintain his fires,—

As old Time makes these decay,

So his flames must waste away.

Thomas Carew (1589-1639): Disdain Returned.

O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move

The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 16.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd

At cards for kisses: Cupid paid.

He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,

His mother's doves, and team of sparrows:

Loses them too. Then down he throws

The coral of his lip, the rose

Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);

With these, the crystal of his brow,

And then the dimple on his chin:

All these did my Campaspe win.

At last he set her both his eyes:

She won, and Cupid blind did rise.

O Love! has she done this to thee?

What shall, alas! become of me?

John Lyly (Circa 1553-1601): Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5.

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 (1731-1802): The Botanic Garden. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 459.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

  'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

Edward Moore (1712-1757): The Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.