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What is lovely never dies,
But passes into other loveliness,
Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
What is lovely never dies,
But passes into other loveliness,
Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, read more
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
Than read more
Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
Than Nature made her; her beauty cost her nothing,
Her virtues were so rare.
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that read more
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
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!
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.
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.
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?
