Red as a rose is she.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): The Ancient Mariner. Part i.

The sun had long since in the lap

Of Thetis taken out his nap,

And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn

From black to red began to turn.

Samuel Butler (1600-1680): Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29.

For him was lever han at his beddes hed

A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red,

Of Aristotle, and his philosophie,

Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie.

But all be that he was a philosophre,

Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre.

Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400): Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 295.

With a smile that glow'd

Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 618.

Her lips were red, and one was thin;

Compared with that was next her chin,—

Some bee had stung it newly.

Sir John Suckling (1609-1641): Ballad upon a Wedding.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood

Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather

The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Making the green one red.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Oh, my luve's like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June;

Oh, my luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly played in tune.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): A Red, Red Rose.

His red right hand.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 174.

Roses red and violets blew,

And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6.

With that she dasht her on the lippes,

So dyed double red:

Hard was the heart that gave the blow,

Soft were those lips that bled.

William Warner (1558-1609): Albion's England. Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53.

Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray,

Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.

Thomas Middleton (1580-1627): The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2.