O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee.
O, Thou precious Lord Jesus Christ, we do adore Thee with all our hearts. Thou art Lord of all.
For as well as I have loved thee heretofore, mine heart will not serve now to see thee; for through thee and me is the flower of kings and knights destroyed.
Those who gave thee a body, furnished it with weakness; but He who gave thee Soul, armed thee with resolution. Employ it, and thou art wise; be wise and thou art happy.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!