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Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder
Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
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The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And, oh! the eye was in itself a Soul!
The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
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The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
Their red it never dies;
But Phyllida, my Phillida!
Her colour comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,--
It wavers to a rose.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she read more
A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.
Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!
For me her constant flame appears;
The garland she hath read more
Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!
For me her constant flame appears;
The garland she hath culled, I wear
On brows bald since my thirty years.
Ye veils that deck my loved one rare,
Fall, for the crowning triumph's nigh.
Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!
And I, so plain a man am I!
