Like a torrent they rush With a waving of swords And the bridles all ringing And cheeks all Aflush, And the battle-steeds springing, A beautiful, terrible, death-dealing band.
"The High Deeds of Finn and other Bardic Romances of Ancient Ireland"
T. W. Rolleston
"Harry Feversham, Harry Feversham," the cry was repeated and repeated, while old General Feversham sat in his chair with a face Aflush with pride.
"The Four Feathers"
A. E. W. Mason
At last her face grew radiant,-her eyes dancing, her teeth flashing, her mouth the reddest rose, her clear brown cheeks softly Aflush.
"Barbara Ladd"
Charles G. D. Roberts