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I pour into the world the eternal streams
Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.
I pour into the world the eternal streams
Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.
Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.
Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
... it's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you don't need to have anything else; read more
... it's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have.
A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God read more
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God himself takes them.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart
Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love
Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love
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.
