She knew intellectually that he was beautiful, the way the iridescent wings of a carrion fly would be.

He saw the beauties of his shape and face,
His female sweetness, and his manly grace

He was beautiful, but even more so in his formal attire, with his dark hair and pale eyes. His glistening sword hung at his side, and his tall boots shined in the candlelight. The Queen felt as if she were floating in a dream.

"How beautiful that is!" said Laurie softly, for he was quick to see and feel beauty of any kind.

O the idea was childish, but divinely beautiful.

The sight of the intuitive and ravishing Beauty of God holds her as if asleep in its delectable bosom...This state surpasses all human definition and comparison.

With astonishment Aschenbach noticed that the boy was entirely beautiful. His countenance, pale and gracefully reserved, was surrounded by ringlets of honey-colored hair, and with its straight nose, its enchanting mouth, its expression of sweet and divine gravity, it recalled Greek sculpture of the noblest period.

Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.

Man, remember, until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.

in the meadows looked beautiful.

Half light, half shade, She stood, a sight to make an old man young.

That was a day of delight and wonder.
While lying the shade of the maple trees under—
He felt the soft breeze at its frolicksome play;
He smelled the sweet odor of newly mown hay.

He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks — an existence of soft and eternal peace.