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She Walks In Beauty – 15 March 2008
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron, born in London in 1788, wrote this
poem and many others, romantic and satirical, which were very popular
in his lifetime. An English baron, he was enthusiastic about aiding
Greece in the struggle for independence from the Turks. In 1824, he
contracted a fever and died while helping the Greek forces.
She Walks in Beauty
By George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron
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.
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.
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!
For a collection of poems and stories, please visit:
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the
same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the
world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true
peace and compassion.
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