Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
I half wish that I had not been born with a sense of romance and beauty in this accursed age.
They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.
When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for most part has been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it.
Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.
Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.
