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.

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.

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.

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.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

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.

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.

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.