Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.
Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.
But owned that smile, if oft observed and near,Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.
A smile that glow'dCelestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Comrades, this man has a nice smile, but he's got iron teeth.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
I feel in every smile a chain.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
And the hall is lone, and the hall is drear,For the smiling of woman shineth not here.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
For smiles from reason flowTo brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
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