Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
And one by one in turn, some grand mistakeCasts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
A sweet smile and a soft word have usually their desired effect.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
But owned that smile, if oft observed and near,Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.
A tender smile, our sorrows' only balm.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
And the hall is lone, and the hall is drear,For the smiling of woman shineth not here.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
When you call me that, smile!
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
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