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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.
There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is read more
There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow.
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till cherry ripe themselves do cry.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.
Her face betokened all things dear and good,
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
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Her face betokened all things dear and good,
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
Asleep, and waiting for the opening day,
When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
You have your face bare; I am all face.
[Fr., Vous avez bien la face desouverte; moi je suis read more
You have your face bare; I am all face.
[Fr., Vous avez bien la face desouverte; moi je suis tout face.]
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
There be many that say, Who will shew us any good? Lord, lift
thou up the light of thy read more
There be many that say, Who will shew us any good? Lord, lift
thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.
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.