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Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.
It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.
Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love
Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love
On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
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On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.
From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night,
the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.
Then dearest child mournest thou only for jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?
Something there is, (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
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The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God himself takes them.
Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.
Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won
She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it
