beauty

William Butler Yeats – Gli uomini migliorano con gli anni / Men Improve with the Years

By booksofart / William Butler Yeats / beauty, Dream, Sleeping

Frederic Leighton, The golden hours, 1864 I am worn out with dreams;a weather-worn, marble tritonamong the streams;and all day long I lookupon this lady’s beautyas though I had found in a booka pictured beauty,pleased to have filled the eyesor the discerning ears,delighted to be but wise,for men improve with the years;and yet, and yet,is this …

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John Keats – Io ti grido pietà! Amore / I cry your mercy-pity-love!

By booksofart / John Keats / beauty, Love poems

Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Beloved – The Bride, 1866 I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love!Merciful love that tantalises notone-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,unmask’d, and being seen—without a blot!O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine!That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zestof love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine,that warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,—yourself—your soul—in pity give me …

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John Keats – Endymion

By booksofart / John Keats / beauty, country, happiness, soul

Dima Dmitriev, Footpath, 2010 A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth, spite of despondence, …

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John Keats – Ode a un usignolo / Ode to a Nightingale

By booksofart / John Keats / beauty, Love poems, wood

Ignacio Diaz Olano, Love in the forest, 1900 ca- O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, tasting of Flora and the country green, dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, full of the true, the blushful …

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John Keats- Ode on Melancholy/Ode alla Malinconia

By booksofart / John Keats / beauty, melancholy

Edward Burne-Jones, Love among the ruins, 1894 No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d by nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; make not your rosary of yew-berries, nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl a …

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Charles Bukowski – What’s The Use Of A Title?/ Che te ne fai di un titolo?

By booksofart / Charles Bukowski / beauty, death, play

Dino Valls, Limbus, 2009 They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame – suicide pills, rat poison, rope whatever… They rip their arms off, throw themselves out of windows, they pull their eyes out of the sockets, reject love reject hate reject, reject. They don’t make it the beautiful can’t endure, they are butterflies they are doves they are sparrows, they don’t make it. One tall shot of …

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William Butler Yeats – Gli uomini migliorano con gli anni / Men Improve with the Years

John Keats – Io ti grido pietà! Amore / I cry your mercy-pity-love!

John Keats – Endymion

John Keats – Ode a un usignolo / Ode to a Nightingale

John Keats- Ode on Melancholy/Ode alla Malinconia

Charles Bukowski – What’s The Use Of A Title?/ Che te ne fai di un titolo?

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