by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.   One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half ( Read more... )

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