Beauty is no longer amiable than while virtue adorns it.
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Philosophy Of Beauty And The Beautiful
Simplicity is beauty,
Purity, divinity;
The virtue of quality
Excels that of quantity.
Beauty that pleases the sense is good,
Beauty and vitue are good,
Seek for things simple but noble,
Virtue alone can ennoble.
True beauty is simply graceful,
The graceful are beautiful,
There's beauty that's deceitful,
Nature itself is beautiful,
Beauty is perfection of form,
Virtue and good sense conforms,
Beautiful things may deform,
But virtue act in good form.
poem by Merlin Archivilla
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Virtue is not always amiable. Integrity is sometimes ruined by prejudices and by passions.
quote by John Adams
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When we think of the ideal, we do not add virtue to virtue, but think of Jesus Christ, so that the standard of human life is no longer a code, but a character.
quote by E. Stanley Jones
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Your Beauty
There goes the the marubic one,
So perfect like a cherubic pure stone,
Realising the ability in her strength,
A smile she displays all day long,
So noble, she is a woman of virtue,
Who is her man? The world asks,
Such gift he posseses they adorn
Beauty management, whats her story
She walks past the dusty streets,
Yet her beauty the dust it resists,
What ointment does she use,
Her face the embodiment of beauty,
So perfect and glorious to them,
Them that appreciate beauty and virtue,
Is it her fine art that flourish her beauty,
Or maybe the wonders of the creator,
Such beauty I never saw,
Such smile the world longs to see
Perfect and ultimately flawless
Beauty is an under statement we know,
What words shall I then use,
Copacetic, a woman with boldness,
Let the man look and ponder,
To look behold and wonder,
Such perfection we never saw,
Such a smile, a flawless act
Your eyes so round and shiny,
Stare at me, yes I will smile
Your lips so soft and ever juicy,
Kiss me and I wont run away
Like the clouds, your whitey teeth shine
Arranged like the stones of the great wall
So consistant and ever oderly,
Your beauty, so magnificent
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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The beauty for an individual human being
The beauty for the cultivating land is attributed
to be paddy and sugarcane plantations;
The beauty for the pond is the
presence of widespread lotus flowers;
The beauty for the chaste womanhood
is the inherent bashfulness in her behaviour;
The beauty for an individual human being,
- said to come for the praise in his afterlife -
is the virtue by which he lived and gained
in the society! - (naanmaNik katikai 9)
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Sonnet 52: A Strife Is Grown
A strife is grown between Virtue and Love,
While each pretends that Stella must be his:
Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love, do this
Since they do wear his badge, most firmly prove.
But Virtue thus that title doth disprove:
That Stella (oh dear name) that Stella is
That virtuous soul, sure heir of heav'nly bliss,
Not this fair outside, which our hearts doth move;
And therefore, though her beauty and her grace
Be Love's indeed, in Stella's self he may
By no pretense claim any manner place.
Well, Love, since this demur our suit will stay,
Let Virtue have that Stella's self; yet thus
That Virtue but that body grant to us.
poem by Philip Sidney
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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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Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may.N.B. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. See also Napoleon Bonaparte.
And Then The Beauty Dies
And then the Beauty dies
And goes where no one knows
And all the life remains
Hidden as it was -
And then the Beauty dies
And all forever lost
Remembrance too surprised
To no longer still remain-
And then the Beauty dies
And pain and poignant love
Remain for those behind
The beauty in their mind. -
And then the Beauty dies
And then the Beauty dies.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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And what does reward virtue? You think the communist commissar rewards virtue? You think a Hitler rewards virtue? You think, excuse me, if you'll pardon me, American presidents reward virtue? Do they choose their appointees on the basis of the virtue of the people appointed or on the basis of their political clout?
quote by Milton Friedman
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Beauty Fades Away
There is one thing I want but never had.
I can not buy it and I am so sad.
Mother would have given it to me,
I know,
If she had chosen her other beau. But, she chose the one with inside beauty
that eyes can not see,
And not the other one with great outside
beauty, who was as charming as could be.
Dad was the one with the inside beauty that
will always stay.
It is not like outside beauty that with time,
fades away. Many people had great beauty at birth,
But, little or none when they left this earth,
Like time, it slowly passes away,
Until there was little, or none one day. I am now no longer sad, because of the outside
beauty I never had.
More important is my inside beauty from my Mom
and Dad.
It is deep inside me where it will always stay,
Because it can not be taken away.
poem by Lillian M. Lewis
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The effect of the virtue
A man of virtue practises virtue
Against the myriads of odds, so true,
And wove around him a crust of virtue
But his core remained as same underneath.
His libido is much in compression,
Capable of giving more explosions.
A man of virtue is a potential danger
From whom might spurt evils at any scale.
28.08.2000, Palasa
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Beauty Of A Poem
The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life
The beauty which makes us want to live life more
The beauty which pains us inside
The beauty in longing.
The beauty we come upon by surprise
The beauty of the day and the beauty of the night
The beauty we all have inside us
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain
The beauty that lifts us up
The beauty that makes us want to live more
The beauty that makes us reach out to God
The beauty we want to thank God for
The beauty of lilacs
The beauty of autumn leaves
The beauty of the people we love
The beauty that pervades life
The beauty that turns away from us
And will not let us be a part of it
The beauty we hold on to fragilely
As a driven leaf
The beauty the beauty the beauty
Oh life oh God of goodness oh death
The beauty we can never see
And the Beauty within us all
Oh God
The Beauty in us and Beyond us all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Delia: XXXI (1592 version): Look, Delia, how we 'steem the
XXXI (
version)
Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown rose,
The image of thy blush and summer's honour,
Whilst in her tender green she doth enclose
That pure sweet beauty time bestows upon her.
No sooner spreads her glory in the air
But straight her full-blown pride is in declining;
She then is scorn'd that late adorn'd the fair:
So clouds thy beauty after fairest shining.
No April can revive thy wither'd flowers,
Whose blooming grace adorns thy beauty now;
Swift speedy time, feather'd with flying hours,
Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
O let not then such riches waste in vain,
But love whilst that thou mayst be lov'd again.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Upon My Chest
Upon my chest the red ribbon adorns.
I wear it proudly as solider in this war.
A war that has been ragging for thirty years.
A war that has been sprinkled with millions of tears.
Casualties of all different ages, race, genders and sexual orientations.
Even all different financial situations.
Although many have fallen. The fight still rages on.
So upon my chest the Red Ribbon adorns.
And I will continue to fight until victory won.
Beauty, No Longer Seen
Beauty, no longer seen; love, no longer shown;
Yet, I honor this beauty, with a love that has always grown!
An iniquitous world keeps us apart-
Silence is all I have-yet, I wish to impart
My deepest and most profound sense of pride,
Upon mentation of your absence-woe, I have tried!
My heart-rending lamentation knows not, cease-
Until our consort shall again render its release;
Days are no longer days; life, no longer life-
With your continued absence, I see only continued strife;
I want only this heartache to take its leave-
Then only, may I begin to properly grieve-
To let go of all that I have lost-
With nearly all, including my very life, the cost!
-Maurice Harris,18 November 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Sonnet XXV: The Wisest Scholar
The wisest scholar of the wight most wise
By Phoebus' doom, with sugar'd sentence says,
That Virtue, if it once met with our eyes,
Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise;
But for that man with pain his truth descries,
Whiles he each thing in sense's balance weighs,
And so nor will, nor can behold those skies
Which inward sun to heroic mind displays,
Virtue of late with virtuous care to stir
Love of herself, took Stella's shape, that she
To mortal eyes might sweetly shine in her.
It is most true, for since I her did see,
Virtue's great beauty in that face I prove,
And find th'effect, for I do burn in love.
poem by Philip Sidney
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The determined scholar and the man of virtue will not seek to live at the expense of injuring their virtue. They will even sacrifice their lives to preserve their virtue complete.
Poems On Love
Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
Love does not claim possession,
but gives freedom.
Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.
Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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The determined scholar and the man of virtue will not seek to live at the expense of injuring their virtue. They will even sacrifice their lives to preserve their virtue complete.