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 flowsDown Virtue’s manly cheek for others’ woes.
Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame That at the whisper of Love’s name, Or Beauty’s, presto! up you raise Your angry head and stand at gaze?robert graves
Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I,But, sprung at once to beauty’s perfect round,Nor loss nor gain nor change in me is found,—A life-complete in death-complete to die.john b. tabb
And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.Matthew Arnold