Quotes About Beauty

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.

Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness,—- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

Softly the breezes from the forest came, Softly they blew aside the taper's flame; Clear was the song from Philomel's far bower; Grateful the incense from the lime-tree flower; Mysterious, wild, the far-heard trumpet's tone; Lovely the moon in ether, all alone: Sweet too, the converse of these happy mortals, As that of busy spirits when the portals Are closing in the west; or that soft humming We hear around when Hesperus is coming. Sweet be their sleep.

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.

O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem'd to say 'Write! thou wilt never have a better day.

Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears, and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries, Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears a smile of such delight, As brilliant and as bright As when with ravished, aching, nassal eyes, Lost in a soft amaze I gaze, I gaze

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.

I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again

What is this world's delight, Lightening that mocks the night, Brief as even as bright

Oh ye! Who have your eye-balls vexed and tired, Feast them upon the wideness of the sea

She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die: And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding Adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee mouths sips:

O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take.

You dazzled me. There is nothing in the world so bright and delicate.