Venus herself had breathed upon her son graceful looks, and the radiant bloom of youth, and breathed a sprightly lustre on his eyes. Virgil.The Æneid, Book I. Line 590. (Davidson.)
Her bloom was like the springing flower, That sips the silver dew; The rose was budded in her cheek, Just opening to the view. Mallet.Margarets Ghost, 3 Percy Rel. page 393.