George Gordon Byron
George Gordon Byron Poems
|281.||Love's Last Adieu||1/1/2004|
|282.||Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power||1/1/2004|
|283.||The Destruction Of Sennacherib||1/1/2004|
|284.||Don Juan: Canto The First||1/1/2004|
|285.||I Would I Were A Careless Child||1/1/2004|
|286.||And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?||3/24/2010|
|288.||Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play||1/1/2004|
|289.||It Is The Hour||1/1/2004|
|290.||My Soul Is Dark||1/1/2004|
|292.||I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name||3/24/2010|
|294.||So We'Ll Go No More A-Roving||1/1/2004|
|295.||There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods||3/25/2010|
|296.||When We Two Parted||1/1/2004|
|297.||She Walks In Beauty||3/24/2010|
Comments about George Gordon Byron
She Walks In Beauty
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 ...
Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect,
Who to woman deny the soul's future existence!
Could they see thee, Eliza, they'd own their defect,
And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance.
Had their prophet possess'd half an atom of sense,
He ne'er would have woman from paradise driven;
Instead of his houris, a flimsy pretence,
With woman alone he had peopled his heaven.