| Cheeks as brown as oak leaves.|
| Cheek as the blood of the dragon bright.|
| The down on his cheeks dispread like myrtles springing from the heart of a bright red rose.|
| Cheeks like blood-red anemones.|
| John Bull looked ruddy and plump, with a pair of cheeks like a trumpeter.|
| Upon her tender cheek the mingled dye is scattered, of the lily and the rose.|
| Checks, like men who live, and draw the vital air.|
| The blood within her crystal cheekes did such a colour drive,|
As though the lillye and the rose for mastership did strive.
| Her cheeks like living roses glow.|
| Cheeks as soft as July peaches.|
William Cox Bennett
| Her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom as a wild rose.|
| Cheeks full and swollen, like a ploughboys.|
| Her cheek like the spray o th sea.|
| Cheeks as brown as sun could kiss them.|
| Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud that beautifies Auroras face.|
|Theres a mantling flush that dwells in his cheeks,|
Like a roseleaf thrown on the snow.
| With a cheek like a burning rose.|
| Like a rose set in snow was the bloom on her cheek.|
| Her glowing cheeks like youthful Hebes fair.|
| A blooming pair of vermeil cheeks, like Hebes in her ruddiest hours.|
|Your cheeks of late are like bad printed books,|
So dimly charactered, I scarce can spell
One line of love in them.
| Her cheeks were like the roses red.|
| The frighted blood|
Scarce yet recalled to her pale cheeks,
Like the first streaks of light broke loose from darkness,
And dawning into blushes.
| Cheeks pearly as those of Pallas of Virgil.|
Alexandre Dumas, père
| A cheek like an apple-blossom.|
| Lovely her cheeks were, like berries red.|
| Her cheeks are as red as the roses sheen.|
Sir Samuel Ferguson
| His cheek is like the rose of spring.|
| Cheek crimsoned like the bloom of the pomegranate.|
| Her cheeks, as snowy apples sopt in wines.|
| Cheeks are as round and as red as a cherry.|
|That human, humorous mouth; those cheeks [Lincolns] that hold|
Like some harsh landscape all the summers gold.
Richard Watson Gilder
| Cheeks like the rose on a bed of snow.|
Alfred Perceval Graves
|A cheek wherein for interchange of hue|
A wrangling strife twixt lily and the rose.
| Her cheeks, like rose and lily yield forth gleams.|
|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.
| Cheeks that shamed the rose.|
| Cheeks like creame enclairited.|
| Cheeks like roses when they blow.|
| Cheeks as ripe as apples.|
| Her cheeks like winter apples red of hue.|
| Cheeks as pink as a seashell.|
| Cheeks for all the world like a roseberry ice upon a ground of custard.|
|Her cheek was as a rainbow, it so changed,|
As each emotion oer its surface ranged.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
|Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud,|
That beautifies Auroras face;
Or like the silver crimson shroud,
That Phbus smiling looks doth grace.
| Cheeks like the dawn of day.|
Henry W. Longfellow
| Your cheeks are roses fair yet pink.|
| Cheek was wan as clay.|
William J. Mickle
| Her cheek was as white and cold as clay.|
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
| Cheeks like peaches.|
Francis S. Saltus
| Cheeks like Punic apples are.|
|The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,|
As daylight doth a lamp.
| Had wet their cheeks, like trees bedashed with rain.|
| Her cheekes lyke apples which the sun hath rudded.|
| His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers.|
| His cheeks, as roses red, as lilies fair.|
|Her cheeks are as the fading stain|
Where the peach reddens to the south.
| Her cheek was like the moist heart of a rose.|
N. P. Willis
| Cheeks were red as ruddy clover.|