I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly well-ordered or confused.
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
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It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...