Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

The waking mind is the least serviceable in the arts.

The waking mind is the least serviceable in the arts.

Beauty is the promise of happiness.

Beauty is the promise of happiness.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart

Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
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Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
Than Nature made her; her beauty cost her nothing,
Her virtues were so rare.

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, read more

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.

Tell me, shepherds, have you seen
My Flora pass this way?
In shape and feature Beauty's queen,
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Tell me, shepherds, have you seen
My Flora pass this way?
In shape and feature Beauty's queen,
In pastoral array.

The works must be conceived with fire in the soul but executed with clinical coolness.

The works must be conceived with fire in the soul but executed with clinical coolness.

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
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The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And, oh! the eye was in itself a Soul!