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Quotes about Beauty

Certainly a liberal education does manifest itself in a courtesy, propriety, and polish of word and action, which is beautiful in itself, and acceptable to others; but it does much more.
— John Henry Newman
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
— John Keats
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.
— John Keats
I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
— John Keats
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:
— John Keats
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.
— John Keats
The two divinest things the world has got— A lovely woman and a rural spot.
— John Keats
But what, without the social thought of thee, Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?
— John Keats
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!
— John Keats
Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.
— John Keats
To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
— John Keats
Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self. There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear 40 Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
— John Keats