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Praise of the Fair Bridges, afterwards Lady Sandes, on Her Having a Scar in Her Forehead
George Gascoigne
In court whoso demaundes What dame doth most excell; For my conceit I must needes say, Faire Bridges beares the bel. Upon whose lively cheeke, To...Rate it:

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain
Conrad Potter Aiken
shedding light behind me— An eye-shade round my forehead. There I sit, Twirling the tiny brushes iRate it:

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The Troubadour. Canto 2 C (The Ladye Adeline)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
if to tell their wealth of snow, How white her forehead could look below. Around her floated a veilRate it:

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Hyperion. Book II
John Keats
that seem'd Ever as if just rising from a sleep, Forehead to forehead held their monstrous horns; ARate it:

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An Elegy on the Lady Markham
Francis Beaumont
where I would you have This Epitaph upon her forehead grave: 'Living, she was young, fair, and fullRate it:

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Deliriums
Georg Trakl
missing] 2 Dark interpretation of the water: forehead in the mouth of the night, Sighing in blacRate it:

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Fauconshawe
Adam Lindsay Gordon
with its withering stain, On the murderer's forehead light, For he never was slain on the open plaiRate it:

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Four Winds, The
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the mighty Mishe-Mokwa In the middle of the forehead, Right between the eyes he smote him. WitRate it:

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Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías
Federico García Lorca
the bull was bellowing through his forehead at five in the afternoon. The room was iridiscent with Rate it:

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Leszko The Bastard
Alfred Austin
temples take a richer brown, And on your forehead buds the crown Of kingly thought that yet will spRate it:

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Locksley Hall
Alfred Lord Tennyson
being sets to thee." On her pallid cheek and forehead came a colour and a light, As I have seRate it:

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Mid the Piteous Heaps of Dead
Katharine Tynan
so light, Mother, lay your fingers white On my forehead like a dew ! Mother, mother, where are yRate it:

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Power
Aleister Crowley
dread works wrought at his behest: And on his forehead, lo! a star, And on his breast. And on hRate it:

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Rock Me To sleep
Elizabeth Akers Allen
again in your heart as of yore -- Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver Rate it:

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Rokeby: Canto IV.
Sir Walter Scott
dark-brown rings, her hair Half hid Matilda's forehead fair, Half hid and half reveal'd to view Rate it:

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Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection...
Boris Pasternak
awkward, shy artist, with steep, dreamlike forehead, Her smile, into which one would dive for a whiRate it:

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The Four Winds
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the mighty Mishe-Mokwa In the middle of the forehead, Right between the eyes he smote him. WitRate it:

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The Lady's Dressing Room
Jonathan Swift
rare, Sweat, dandruff, powder, lead and hair; A forehead cloth with oil upon't To smooth the wrinklRate it:

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The Old Wife and the New
Victor James Daley
vines That round the gay verandah twined, His forehead seamed with sorrow’s lines, An old manRate it:

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The Problem
Henry Timrod
dreaming in a noon-day sun; With a fever on my forehead, and a throbbing in my brain, In my soul deRate it:

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The Problem
Henry Timrod
dreaming in a noon-day sun; With a fever on my forehead, and a throbbing in my brain, In my soul deRate it:

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The Song Of Hiawatha II: The Four Winds
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the mighty Mishe-Mokwa In the middle of the forehead, Right between the eyes he smote him. With thRate it:

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Thinking Of A Friend At Night
Hermann Hesse
field and sleeping And dew falls cold on your forehead and battle jacket. It's possible tonight yoRate it:

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To ------,
John Greenleaf Whittier
o'er thy dreamy eye, Floating on thy thoughtful forehead Cloud wreaths of its sky. Youthful years Rate it:

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Words For Departure
Louise Bogan
like precipitous water. Hand clasped hand Forehead still bowed to forehead-- Nothing was lost, notRate it:

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