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There be none of Beauty’s daughters

Posted in George Gordon Lord Byron, Ξένη Ποίηση with tags , , on 30/10/2008 by Magica de Spell

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THERE be none of Beauty’s daughters

With a magic like thee;

And like music on the waters

Is thy sweet voice to me:

When, as if its sound were causing

The charmed ocean’s pausing,

The waves lie still and gleaming,

And the lull’d winds seem dreaming:

And the midnight moon is weaving

Her bright chain o’er the deep,

Whose breast is gently heaving

As an infant’s asleep:

So the spirit bows before thee

To listen and adore thee;

With a full but soft emotion,

Like the swell of summer’s ocean.


GEORGE GORDON LORD BYRON

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