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William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer's lease hath all too short a date Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes. Herman Puig Beauty and love are those fugitive things that could justify your life if they could only remain! Thomas Campbell
Who hath not owned with rapture smitten frame, the power of grace,the beauty of a name |