A thing of beauty is a joy forever;

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness.

John Keats (1795-1821): Endymion. Book i.

Her gentle limbs did she undress,

And lay down in her loveliness.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): Christabel. Part i.

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, that eye was in itself a soul!

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6.

Loveliness

Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,

But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Seasons. Autumn. Line 204.