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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. From An Howres Recreation in Musike. 1606. Set to music by RICHARD ALISON. OLIPHANT'S La Messa Madrigalesca. P. 229. It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces there should be none alike.— SIR THOMAS BROWNE — Religio Medici. Pt. II. Sec. II.

And her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 29.

And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.— BYRON — The Dream. St. 2.

The mind, the Music breathing from her face.— BYRON — Bride of Abydos. Canto I. St. 6.

But optics sharp it needs, I ween, To see what is not to be seen.— JOHN TRUMBULL — McFingal. Canto I. Canto I. L. 67.

How blue were Ariadne's eyes When, from the sea's horizon line, At eve, she raised them on the skies! My Psyche, bluer far are thine.— AUBREY DE VERE — Psyche.

Blue eyes shimmer with angel glances, Like spring violets over the lea.— CONSTANCE F. WOOLSON — October's

Song. Deep brown eyes running over with glee; Blue eyes are pale, and gray eyes are sober; Bonnie brown eyes are the eyes for me.— CONSTANCE F. WOOLSON — October's

Song. The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.— WORDSWORTH — A Poet's Epitaph. St. 13.

Yet even her tyranny had such a grace, The women pardoned all, except her face.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto V. St. 113.

The magic of a face.— THOMAS CAREW — Epitaph on the

Lady S-. He had a face like a benediction.— CERVANTES — Don Quixote. Bk. II. Pt. I. Ch. IV.

Contending Passions jostle and displace And tilt and tourney mostly in the Face: * * * * * * Unmatched by Art, upon this wondrous scroll Portrayed are all the secrets of the soul.— ABRAHAM COLES — Man, the Microcosm.

Pp. 26-27. The face the index of a feeling mind.— CRABBE — Tales of the Hall.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face.— GOLDSMITH — The Deserted Village. Village. L. 199.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.— HERRICK — The Rock of Rubies, and the

Quarrie of Pearls. 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.— JEAN INGELOW — Margaret in the Xebec. St. 57.

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.— CHARLES LAMB — The Old Familiar

Faces. 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. C.— LONGFELLOW — Hyperion. Bk. I. Ch. IV.

The light upon her face Shines from the windows of another world. Saints only have such faces.— LONGFELLOW — Michael Angelo. Pt. II. 6.

These faces in the mirrors Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.— LONGFELLOW — The Masque of Pandora. Pt. II. The House of Epimetheus. L. 72.

Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face.— LOVELACE — Orpheus to Beasts. St. 2.

Showing that if a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good heart is a letter of credit.— BULWER-LYTTON — What Will He Do With It? Bk. II. Title of Ch. XI.

Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.— MILTON — Paradise Regained. Bk. IV. L. 76.

Human face divine.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. III. L. 44.

In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. L. 853.

Cheek *** Flushing white and mellow'd red; Gradual tints, as when there glows In snowy milk the bashful rose.— MOORE — Odes of Anacreon. Ode XV. L. 27.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.— D. M. MULOCK — Indian Summer.

If to her share some female errors fall Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.— POPE — Rape of the Lock. Canto II. L. 17.

Nose, nose, nose, nose! And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves, And that gave me my jolly red nose.— RAVENSCROFT — Deuteromela. Song. No. 7. 1609,

On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare. Scott-Lady of The Lake. Canto I. Canto I. St. 21. Sea of upturned faces.— SCOTT — Rob Roy. Vol. II. Ch. XX.

Quoted by Daniel Webster. Speech. Sept. 30, 1842. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 232.

All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.— Shakespeare — Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc 6. L. 102,

Black brows they say Become some women best, so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle Or a half-moon made with a pen. S.— Shakespeare — Winter's Tale. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 8.

Compare her face with some that I shall show; And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Jaliet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 91.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see.— Shakespeare — King Lear. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 99.

In thy face I see thy fury: if I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings.— Shakespeare — Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 142.

There is a fellow somewhat near the door; he should be a brazier by his face.— Shakespeare — Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 41.

There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face.— Shakespeare — X. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 11.

Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face Bears a command in 't: though thy tackle's torn, Thou show'st a noble vessel.— Shakespeare — Coriolanus. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 66.

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.— Shakespeare — Sonnet LXVIII.

You have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, of cloudiness. Much Ado About Nothing. Act. V. Sc. 4. L. 41. Your face, my thane, is a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 63.

An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance. C.— R. B. SHERIDAN — School for Scandal. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.— SPENSER — Faerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto III. St. 4.

Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison; (Who sees them is undone); For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Cath'rine pear, (The side that's next the Sun).— SIR JOHN SUCKLING — A Ballad Upon a Wedding. St. 10.

Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky, - A meeting of gentle lights without a name.— SIR JOHN SUCKLING — Brennoralt. Act III.

Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, (Some bee had stung it newly).— SIR JOHN SUCKLING — A Ballad Upon a Wedding. St. 11.

For my soul prays, Sweet, Still to your face in Heaven, Heaven in your face, Sweet.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — A Carrier Song. St. 7.

With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red; Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lippes that bled.— WILLIAM WARNER — Albion's England. Bk. VIII. Ch. XLI. St. 53.

As a pomegranate, cut in twain, White-seeded is her crimson mouth.— OSCAR WILDE — La Bella Donna

Della Mia Mente. A face with gladness overspread! Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!— WORDSWORTH — To a Highland Girl.