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.

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.

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.

These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.

These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age
With the dream of, meet death with.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age
With the dream of, meet death with.

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.

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.]

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.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.