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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.
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!
the call
of a loon
across
a
quiet lake.
the call
of a loon
across
a
quiet lake.
Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.
Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.
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.
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it
Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it
It is better to be beautiful than to be good, but it is better to be good than to be read more
It is better to be beautiful than to be good, but it is better to be good than to be ugly.
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.
Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
