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There be many that say, Who will shew us any good? Lord, lift
thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.
Author: Bible
Source: Psalms (ch. IV, v. 6)
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It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of
faces there should be none alike.
Author: Sir Thomas Browne
Source: Religio Medici (pt. II, sec. II)
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A face to lose youth for, to occupy age
With the dream of, meet death with.
Author: Robert Browning
Source: A Likeness
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Showing that if a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good
heart is a letter of credit.
Author: Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton
Source: What Will He Do With It? (bk. II, title of ch. XI)
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As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.
Author: Robert Burton
Source: Anatomy of Melancholy (pt. III, sec. III, memb. 4, subsec. I)
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And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 29)
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Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,
The women pardoned all, except her face.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Don Juan (canto V, st. 113)
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And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: The Dream (st. 2)
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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.
Author: Thomas Campion
Source: claims these lines in note To Reader, in "Fourth Book of Airs"
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The magic of a face.
Author: Thomas Carew
Source: Epitaph on the Lady S-----
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He had a face like a benediction (blessing).
Author: Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra)
Source: Don Quixote (bk. II, pt. I, ch. IV)
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The face the index of a feeling mind.
Author: George Crabbe
Source: Tales of the Hall
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Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.
Author: Oliver Goldsmith
Source: The Deserted Village (l. 199)
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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.
Author: Jean Ingelow
Source: Margaret in the Xebec (st. 57)
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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.
Author: Charles Lamb (used pseudonym Elia)
Source: The Old Familiar Faces
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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.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Hyperion (bk. I, ch. IV)
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These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Masque of Pandora (pt. II, The House of Epimetheus, l. 72)
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The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Michael Angelo (pt. II, 6)
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Oh! could you view the melody
Of every grace,
And music of her face,
You'd drop a tear,
Seeing more harmony
In her bright eye,
Than now you hear.
Author: Richard Lovelace
Source: Orpheus to Beasts (st. 2)
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Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.--
Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!--
Author: Christopher Marlowe
Source: Faustus
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Human face divine.
Author: John Milton
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. III, l. 44)
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In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
Author: John Milton
Source: Paradise Lost (bk. IX, l. 853)
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You have your face bare; I am all face.
[Fr., Vous avez bien la face desouverte; moi je suis tout face.]
Author: Michael Eyquen de Montaigne
Source: Essays (vol. I, ch XXXV), answer of a naked beggar who was asked whether he was not cold
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Cheek . . .
Flushing white and mellow'd red;
Gradual tints, as when there glows
In snowy milk the bashful rose.
Author: Thomas Moore
Source: Odes of Anacreon--Ode XV (l. 27)
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With faces like dead lovers who died true.
Author: Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)
Source: Indian Summer
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