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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.
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.
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.
He had a face like a benediction (blessing).
He had a face like a benediction (blessing).
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.
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.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of
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It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of
faces there should be none alike.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
