Faces

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.

Faces

These faces in the mirrors
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.

Faces

The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.

Faces

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

Faces

If to her share some female errors fall
Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

Faces

Sea of upturned faces.

Faces

In thy face
I see thy fury: if I longer stay
We shall begin our ancient bickerings.

Faces

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.

Faces

An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance.

Faces

Her angel's face,
As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Faces Miscellaneous