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 mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
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 mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. |
She was a beauty in the days Grandpapa, on his right knee bent, |
It was a beauty that I saw,— |
“Hebrew Melodies” |
’t Is much immortal beauty to admire, |
“WHEN your beauty appears, “But when without art |
From “The Day Dream” |
She died in beauty,—like a rose She died in beauty,—like a lay |
From “An Hymne in Honor of Beautie” |
From the Latin by Goldwin Smith |