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Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart
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.
You don't have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.
You don't have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.
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.
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.
Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
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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.