With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to answer.
And dar'st thou thenTo beard the lion in his den,The Douglas in his hall?
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Come one, come all! this rock shall flyFrom its firm base as soon as I.
Comrades, this man has a nice smile, but he's got iron teeth.
When you call me that, smile!
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
For smiles from reason flowTo brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
I feel in every smile a chain.
A smile that glow'dCelestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
A tender smile, our sorrows' only balm.
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