She
walks in beauty
by Lord
Byron
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She walks in beauty, like the
night |
Of cloudless climes
and starry skies; |
And all that's best of dark and
bright |
Meet in her aspect
and her eyes: |
Thus mellowed to that tender
light |
Which heaven
to gaudy day denies.
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One shade the more, one ray the
less, |
Had half
impaired the nameless grace |
Which waves in every raven tress, |
Or softly
lightens o'er her face; |
Where thoughts serenely sweet
express |
How pure, how
dear their dwelling-place.
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And on that cheek, and o'er that
brow, |
So soft, so
calm, yet eloquent, |
The smiles that win, the tints
that glow, |
But tell of
days in goodness spent, |
A mind at peace with all below, |
A heart whose
love is innocent.
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Lord Byron | Classic
Poems |
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[ Destruction of the Sennacherib ] [ Growing Old ] [ She Walks in Beauty ] [ Italy versus England ] [ The Eve of Waterloo ] [ from The Prisoner of Chillon ] [ The Isles of Greece ] [ from Don Juan ] |
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