Cheek . . .
Flushing white and mellow'd red;
Gradual tints, as when there glows
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Cheek . . .
Flushing white and mellow'd red;
Gradual tints, as when there glows
In snowy milk the bashful rose.

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are read more

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.

In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.

And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.

And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.

As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.

As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.

The face the index of a feeling mind.

The face the index of a feeling mind.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
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Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.--
Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!--

Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.

Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.

I am who I am and I say what I think. I'm not putting a face on for the record.

I am who I am and I say what I think. I'm not putting a face on for the record.