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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.
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.
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.
With faces like dead lovers who died true.
With faces like dead lovers who died true.
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.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of
faces there should be none read more
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of
faces there should be none alike.
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.
A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this
particular! Some of them speak read more
A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this
particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not
a line is written, save perhaps a date.
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.