Beauty holds more worth than gold.
Robert Jordan in The Wheel of Time
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Is There Any Truth in Beauty?
Is there any truth in Beauty?
What of the lies beauty tells thee?
Could my beauty not be as worthy
As I make thy Beauty part of me?
Such is Beauty as to make one's sight loud.
This beauty that veils our sense in a shroud.
beauty: that which deters seeing the person.
Does Beauty not conceal what is and isn't?
Yet merciless time holds beauty as a hostage,
Defiles Beauty and scars it with lasting ravage.
Thus the years that pass send Beauty to its resting-place
For vain beauty will yield, to woefully fall from grace.
If beauty should ever lament on age's cruelty,
Let not Beauty forget how little it has wept for me.
Through My Daughter's Eyes
Through My Daughter's Eyes
Through my daughter's eyes
She doth despise
Nothing on this mortal earth
Holds more worth
The respect and love of your child
Is worth more than any gold compiled
But today I have lost it all
Through her eyes of one yet small
And like the world and how it spins
I pray that she comes round again
14 Dec 2007
Silver And Gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Silver & Gold
Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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In thy nature
In thy nature is beauty
in thy nature is earth
in thy nature i find my worth
in thy nature is peace
in thy nature i find myself
in thy nature every lasting greens
in thy nature there is more to be seen
in thy nature a beauty untold
in thy nature everything is worth more than gold
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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If I Were Gold
If I were Gold
I wonder my worth
Before men alike
Probably I’d be so cherished by them so much.
If I were gold
I would definitely be so precious
Compared by Men for superiority
And worn so gallantly by all around.
If I were gold
I wonder the worth of carat
I’d be by now
A twenty-four carat, or one less pure
If I were gold
I’d definitely by found all around the world
Doing my best piece
And decorating the best amongst the best.
If I were gold
I’d probably be a must for the high and mighty
And also a source of quarrel amongst them
‘Cos non-would be more content with me around.
If I were gold
I wonder how priced I’d be
And probably kept in the strongest safe
And most probably in the choicest Swiss bank.
If I were gold
I’d probably be worn by Men of class
While still adorning some choicest parts of the body
And being priced by all I come in contact with
If I were gold
No matter how rigorous it takes to make me pure
And how costly it is to acquire me around
I’d definitely put a simile on faces all over the world.
If I were gold
No matter how tarnished and tainted I may be
I’d still find a place in the hearts of all so dear
And be a pride to many anyway
poem by Okeke Emmanuel
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Beauty In You Boils Like Wine Yet You Are So Divine
You are eternal so is love
Everything is for change but not beauty of my love..
Beauty in you is admired by all
Here i'm as adorable not for all..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is you that's true
Honey.. it's true mirror never lies you..
I never lie but can lie for you and
For your happiness can die for you..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is sacred so are you
Beauty is priceless so in you
You are precious but not for the world
Can bet anything to make you my world
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beautiful is you not my life
Your beauty is immortal not my eyes
Oh Mine...
Your beauty is the way to heaven
Show me way to your heart which is next to seven..
Take me the way i am and
make me the way you want..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
You are my love worth to die for
You are my freedom worth to fight for..
I made my guts to compromise
Beauty in you is worth a sacrifice..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
My words can sail but are not for sale
Can sacrifice in love to make you my fairy tale..
This song of mine is only for you my sunshine
I can sing this song specially for you my divine..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
I've signed your name on each dropp of my sweat and
Will dream of you till the last day of my breath..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine..
poem by Dr Vinay Sirigere
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Sonnet: Be Useful in Life
What use is Gold as biscuits, nuggets, dust?
Put it to use and never keep idle;
Unlike Iron, may be it can nev'r rust;
How nice to see it made into jewel!
A jewel's beauty depends on design;
'Tis glorious when studded with precious stones;
The golden chalice holds Christ's bread and wine;
Gold kept in museums looks better when worn.
Our virtues, talents, good deeds are like gold;
On no account, these must be laid to rest;
Use them for good of others manifold;
Use them for sake of God and be thou best.
God-given gifts are meant for better use;
For human upliftment, not for disuse.
poem by John Celes
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Song
Why Damon, why, why, why so pressing?
The Heart you beg's not worth possessing:
Each Look, each Word, each Smile's affected,
And inward Charms are quite neglected:
Then scorn her, scorn her, foolish Swain,
And sigh no more, no more in vain.
Beauty's worthless, fading, flying;
Who would for Trifles think of dying?
Who for a Face, a Shape, wou'd languish,
And tell the Brooks, and Groves his Anguish,
Till she, till she thinks fit to prize him,
And all, and all beside despise him?
Fix, fix your Thoughts on what's inviting,
On what will never bear the slighting:
Wit and Virtue claim your Duty,
They're much more worth that Gold and Beauty:
To them, to them, your Heart resign,
And you'll no more, no more repine.
poem by Lady Mary Chudleigh
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Cents of Humor
A cents of humor is worth much more than gold.
It’ll keep you young while worrying about metal will make you old.
Though gold’s price may go higher, it won’t make the day sunny.
But a cents of humor will summon the rays and make your days funny.
You’ll never control how much gold will be worth.
However, you are in charge of the value of your mirth.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Beauty Beyond Belief!
Behold the beauty of her face, the twinkles in her eyes,
Her smile, her style, her noble grace, her countenance so wise.
Behold the beauty of her hair cascading left and right,
The way it shines beyond compare, so debonair and bright.
Behold the beauty of her lips like effervescent wine
And how genteel the lady sips when she decides to dine.
Behold the beauty of her neck, the pendants that she wears,
The choicest gems we're meant to check as she attracts our stares.
Behold the beauty of her form that stands out from the crowd...
Defiantly beyond the norm, she holds her head up proud...
For she's no timid little miss content that she's called cute...
For she's aware of all she is and seeks to stay astute.
In this old world, where youth excels, opportunity knocks...
It has been said that beauty sells as fast as diamond rocks.
To me, she's sweet, as good as gold, as fine as filigree.
When God made her, He broke the mould, for she's a sight to see...
From head-to-toe, beauty above and beauty underneath...
She's the reason I fell in love... Beauty beyond belief!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Such is a Woman’s worth
What is a Woman Worth?
What is woman worth in stature
If not a priceless entity of passion and beauty?
A Queen unrivalled in all of nature.
Such is a Woman’s worth
Is she not the bearer of Man?
Then afford her the ultimate Honour
And cherish that notion oft as you can
Such is a Woman’s worth
Above even man, she stands
In all that is life and love and far beyond
Loving heart and warm hands
Such is a Woman’s worth
Man cannot be without her care
Nor find comfort in his kind
For there is no substitute out there
Such is a Woman’s worth.
Such then is a woman's worth.
Born to captivate, man to salivate
Unequaled in rapture, worthy of capture
poem by Martino Fortuin
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Mystical Moon
In a horizon of a magical hue
an integration of lilac
with a bow of blue
a mystical moon so bright
just above the tree's of lace
oh such a lovely light
shining full upon my face
suspended in the western sky
such a beauty to behold
before my naked eye
there on the edge of night
to see is worth more than gold
I enchantingly admire and I gaze
as beauty vanishes so quickly
without leaving a trace
vanishing so completely
poem by Rachel Nichols
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The Eye of the Beholder
IF, as they tell in stories old,
The waters of Pactolus roll’d
Over a sand of shifting gold;
If ever there were fairies, such
As those that charm the child so much,
With jewels growing ’neath their touch;
If, in the wine-cup’s sweet deceit,
There lies a secret pleasant cheat,
That turns to beauty all we meet;
The stream, the fairy, and the wine,
In the first love of youth combine
To make its object seem divine.
No golden sand of fabl’d river,
No jewel glittering for ever,
No wine-born vision’s melting quiver,
In vivid glory can compare
With that which we ourselves prepare
To throw round that we fancy fair.
Never such beauty glittered yet,
In golden beams of suns that set
On cupola and minaret.
Never such beauty met men’s eyes
In silver light of moons that rise
O’er lonely lakes ’neath tropic skies.
The world holds nothing of such worth,
There ’s nothing half so fair on earth,
As that to which the heart gives birth:
External beauties pall and fade;
But that which my own soul hath made,
To my conception, knows no shade.
To every ark there comes a dove,
To every heart from heaven above
Is sent a beauty born of love.
The moonlit lake, the waving trees,
It is the eye which looks on these
That makes the loveliness it sees.
Out of myself the beauty grows,
Out of myself the beauty flows
That decks the petals of the rose.
So, when at Ada’s feet I lay,
And saw her glorious as the day,
’Twas my own heart that lent the ray.
poem by James Lionel Michael
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An Artist
An artist paints with brush so old
Makes his painting worth gold
He paints the nature's gifted gifts
The flowing rivers in the midst
Of all he paints is a pretty face
A girl dressed all in lace
Portraying her beauty he is lost in time
The beauty she possessed is hard to find
Was it her beauty he tried to captivate?
But what a pity time doesn't wait
For she has gone so far away
Leaving her image with the artist to stay
Who paints her all through day and night?
Seeking pleasure deep inside
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Beauty, Beauty
Beauty, beauty in the light. Beauty, Beauty falling through. How sweet must beauty, beauty be. Beauty, beauty how it's happy. Beauty, beauty in the sky and in the grass. Beauty, beauty in the trees. Beauty, beauty on the ground. Beauty, beauty crawling on the ground. Beauty, beauty always climbing. Beauty, beauty that we are sirrounded by.
poem by Shania K. Younce
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Beauty
A beautiful face,
that can captivate,
all those who behold,
may hold the coldest heart,
you are ever likely to meet.
Yet the ugliest face,
which turns glances aside,
may hold the warmest,
and kindest heart,
You will ever find.
Beauty is only skin deep.
The real beauty,
always lies deep within,
and holds a heart of gold,
which some find hard to find.
poem by David Harris
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Rainbow
Beautiful rainbow in the sky
I wonder how many are looking
like I?
at your fleeting majesty
arcing just right,
your primary colors
muted for our sight.
How fast you appear
from out of the blue,
then fading away
so we cannot view
where that infamous pot of gold
can be?
And if we could
where would that be?
Wherever it is
it's certainly not worth
the beauty of you
above this earth.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Rainbow Walking
If I walk to the end of my rainbow
will there be a pot of gold?
Will rainbow travel be worth
the hassle?
If I succeed
then suppose
I find that I am not as worthy
as other Rainbow Walkers?
If I am not,
I'll be exposed
as fraudulent.
If I walk to the end of my rainbow
while I be happy?
Or just as sad
as I now am?
How do I know that Rainbow Walking
is worth it all?
My uncle used to say
that 'having dreams that you
or the world will be different at the
end of the rainbow
has a flaw.
After walking and succeeding
you'll still be there.
Rainbows don't glow
if you don't.'
Never understood
what he was talking about
till later on.
Now I really really like
the Rainbow in me
and no matter where I walk
it's aways there
and I realize
I am
my own
pot of gold.
And other people too
if you look close
at some of them
(not all of them)
are their own pot too.
Life is all about
spotting the pot of gold
in me
and in you.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Theres Gold In The Mountains
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
There are lots of girls in the mountains
And theyre worth their weight in gold
When theyre in my arms with their lovin charms
A treasure chest I hold
Well theres gold in the mountains, love in the hills
I dont need no city women with their diamonds and frills
Theres gold in the mountains and oh what scenery
The prettiest girls I ever did see
Theres such beauty there in the mountains
You can feel your knees growin weak
Every single boy feels the height of joy
When he climbs that mountain peak
Well theres gold in the mountains, love in the hills
I dont need no city women with their diamonds and frills
Theres gold in the mountains and oh what scenery
The prettiest girls I ever did see
I said theres gold in the mountains, love in the hills
I dont need no city women with their diamonds and frills
Theres gold in the mountains and oh what scenery
The prettiest girls I ever did see
I ever did see
I ever did see
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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