The Collaborative International Dictionary
Blush \Blush\ (bl[u^]sh) v. i. [imp. & p. p. Blushed (bl[u^]sht); p. pr. & vb. n. Blushing.] [OE. bluschen to shine, look, turn red, AS. blyscan to glow; akin to blysa a torch, [=a]bl[=y]sian to blush, D. blozen, Dan. blusse to blaze, blush.]
To become suffused with red in the cheeks, as from a sense of shame, modesty, or confusion; to become red from such cause, as the cheeks or face.
To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn.
In the presence of the shameless and unblushing, the young offender is ashamed to blush.
He would stroke The head of modest and ingenuous worth, That blushed at its own praise.
To grow red; to have a red or rosy color.
The sun of heaven, methought, was loth to set, But stayed, and made the western welkin blush.
To have a warm and delicate color, as some roses and other flowers.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.
vb. (en-past of: blush)
Usage examples of "blushed".
The aunt laughed, the niece blushed, and then slipping into my hand a little piece of paper made her escape.
Hedvig blushed and parted with the last shred of her modesty, citing the opinion of St.
He gave me an excellent reply, but blushed all the time like a young girl when she comes out.
However, I stopped laughing when I saw how the poor count blushed from shame.
When she thought of the way she'd returned his kisses, she blushed, then turned pale.
A quiver of desire ran through her body again, and she blushed hotly at the thought that she would have let him take her a few moments ago, sprawled on the couch like a wanton, with Emily in the kitchen.
She glanced at him and blushed when she found him watching her intently.
Even in the darkness, Jane blushed at the memory, thinking of the way he'd kissed her and touched her, and how his hands on her body had made her feel.
Joe winked at her once, and she blushed, because it was fairly easy to read the expression in his young-old eyes.
Swiftly she glanced at his face and blushed at what she saw there, the heat in his heavy-lidded eyes, the deepened color of his lips.
She didn’t recognize the teenage boy, also wearing a long, stained apron, who blushed uncomfortably when she glanced at him, but it was obvious he’d been told to make certain everything went into the buggy and not her purse.
He'd been the first with a couple of girls, back in high school and college, and even once since he'd left Alabama, so he noticed the way she blushed, her slight flinch as he pushed his rough finger even deeper.
Instead she had blushed, a delicate rose tinting her breasts, and the delectable sight had been irresistible.
She probably hadn't blushed with shyness since the age of eight, and the expression in her eyes was knowing, completely lacking Grace's innocence and trust.
She knew her own aura would be showing pink, and she blushed, even though she knew he couldn't see it.