Quotes About Beauty

Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,The earth, and every common sight,To me did seemAppareled in celestial light,The glory and the freshness of a dream.It is not now as it hath been of yore—Turn wheresoe'er I may,By night or day,The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!

The Rainbow comes and goes,And lovely is the Rose.

Prophets of Nature, we to them will speakA lasting inspiration, sanctifiedBy reason, blest by faith: what we have loved,Others will love, and we will teach them how;Instruct them how the mind of man becomesA thousand times more beautiful than the earthOn which he dwells.

Fair seedtime had my soul, and I grew upFostered alike by beauty and by fear.

An ampler ether, a diviner air.

Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.

The sunshine is a glorious birth;But yet I know, where'er I go,That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day,Festively she puts forth in trim array.

Once did she hold the gorgeous east in fee:And was the safeguard of the west.

The light that never was, on sea or land,The consecration, and the poet's dream.

Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty.

The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

Plain living and high thinking are no more:The homely beauty of the good old causeIs gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,And pure religion breathing household laws.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

While with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy,We see into the life of things.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Two voices are there: one is of the sea,One of the mountains; each a mighty voice.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky...

Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature...

...where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die...

'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!

I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils.