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When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
Her eyebrow's read more
Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow,
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth,
Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow,
As if her veins ran lightning.
Beauty is only skin deep, but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense.
Beauty is only skin deep, but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should read more
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
Thou who hast
The fatal gist of beauty.
Thou who hast
The fatal gist of beauty.
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
Character contributes to beauty. It fortifies a woman as her youth fades. A mode of conduct, a standard of courage, read more
Character contributes to beauty. It fortifies a woman as her youth fades. A mode of conduct, a standard of courage, discipline, fortitude, and integrity can do a great deal to make a woman beautiful.
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing read more
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess,
The might--the majesty of Loveliness?
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.
