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Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
— Smiles
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away;Has Spain had heroes.
But owned that smile, if oft observed and near,Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.
Comrades, this man has a nice smile, but he's got iron teeth.
And the hall is lone, and the hall is drear,For the smiling of woman shineth not here.
A sweet smile and a soft word have usually their desired effect.
She had a very agreeable smile; it did not light up her face suddenly, but seemed rather to suffuse it by degrees with charm. It hesitated for a moment about her lips and then slowly travelled to those great shining eyes of hers and there softly lingered.
A smile that glow'dCelestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
For smiles from reason flowTo brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
If they (children) smash, the flower vase assumes a smile water forgets about its own colourlessness.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
Nobly he yokesWith winds that sailors rail at.
My tables,—meet it is I set it down,At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sortThat could be mov'd to smile at anything.
Those happy smilets,As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
When you call me that, smile!
A tender smile, our sorrows' only balm.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile,While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
What's the use of worrying? And smile, smile, smile.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
Her very frowns are fairer farThan smiles of other maidens are.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
The smile of her I love is like the dawnThe barren desert blossoms as the rose!
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
The thing that goes farthest towards making life worth while,It's worth a million dollars and it doesn't cost a cent.
There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,And bitter poison within thy tear.
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps—does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
I feel in every smile a chain.
And she hath smiles to earth unknown— Do spread, and sink, and rise.
