And tulips, children love to stretch Their fingers down, to feel in each Its beauty's secret nearer.
No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.erasmus darwin
So bright the tear in beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.lord byron
And that sweet City with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty's heightening.Matthew Arnold
Rose-cheeked Laura, come, Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing.thomas campion
Look not thou on beauty's charming, Sit thou still when kings are arming. Taste not when the wine-cup glistens, Speak not when the people listens, Stop thine ear against the singer, From the red gold keep thy finger, Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.Lucy Ashton
My thoughts hold mortal strife;I do detest my life,And with lamenting criesPeace to my soul to bringOft call that prince which here doth monarchise:— But he, grim-grinning King,Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb,Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.drummond, william, of hawthornden
Discovery in mathematics is not a matter of logic. It is rather the result of mysterious powers which no one understands, and in which unconscious recognition of beauty must play an important part. Out of an infinity of designs, a mathematician chooses one pattern for beauty's sake and pulls it down to earth.marston morse
Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? 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?lord byron
Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver.gerard manley hopkins
That dire disease, whose ruthless power Withers the beauty's transient flower.Oliver Goldsmith
BALD heads forgetful of their sins, Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men, tossing on their beds, Rhymed out in love's despair To flatter beauty's ignorant ear. All shuffle there; all cough in ink; All wear the carpet with their shoes; All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbour knows. Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk that way?
There'll be that crowd, that barbarous crowd, through all the centuries, And who can say but some young belle may walk and talk men wild Who is my beauty's equal, though that my heart denies, But not the exact likeness, the simplicity of a child, And that proud look as though she had gazed into the burning sun, And all the shapely body no tittle gone astray. I mourn for that most lonely thing; and yet God 's will be done: I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day .
And that sweet City with her dreaming spires She needs not June for beauty's heightening [Describing the view of Oxford from Boars Hill]Matthew Arnold
No more of courts, of triumphs, or of arms,No more of Valour’s force, or beauty's charms!The themes of vulgar lays with just disdainI leave unsung, the flocks, the amorous swain,The pleasures of the land, and terrors of the main.How abject, how inglorious 'tis to lieGrovelling in dust and darkness, when on highEmpires immense, and rolling worlds of light,To range their heavenly scenes the muse invite!richard blackmore
beauty's of a fading natureHas a season and is gone!Robert Burns
There be none of beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me.lord byron
Only through beauty's morning gate, dost thou enter the land of Knowledge.friedrich von schiller
To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by.thomas moore
The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in beauty's midnight hair, In lonelier grace, to sun and dew The sweetbrier on the hillside shows Its single leaf and fainter hue, Untrained and wildly free, yet still a sister rose!john greenleaf whittier
beauty's of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!Robert Burns