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She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
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She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me:
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.
Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.
Tell me, shepherds, have you seen
My Flora pass this way?
In shape and feature Beauty's queen,
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Tell me, shepherds, have you seen
My Flora pass this way?
In shape and feature Beauty's queen,
In pastoral array.
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before
Rare is the union of beauty and purity.
Rare is the union of beauty and purity.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Beauty is the wisdom of women. Wisdom is the beauty of men.
Beauty is the wisdom of women. Wisdom is the beauty of men.
The essence of all beauty, I call love,
The attribute, the evidence, and end,
The consummation to read more
The essence of all beauty, I call love,
The attribute, the evidence, and end,
The consummation to the inward sense
Of beauty apprehended from without,
I still call love.