She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
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She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me:
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of read more

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene read more

Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene
Beneath the vapor's floating scarves, the Seine
Trembles, mysterious, like a magic mirror
Cyrano Act 5.

My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossoms -- will it return to my body when they read more

My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossoms -- will it return to my body when they scatter?

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

You came to me like a dream, you held me in reality and will leave me gasping for your loving read more

You came to me like a dream, you held me in reality and will leave me gasping for your loving breath when you are gone....

I must not say that she was true,
Yet let me say that she was fair;
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I must not say that she was true,
Yet let me say that she was fair;
And they, that lovely face who view,
They should not ask if truth be there.