The light of love,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,--
And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, Stanza 6
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,--
And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- The Bride of Abydos, Canto i, Stanza 6
Related:
- Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all save the spirit of man is divine? -- Lord... - He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza... - The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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The Bride of Abydos, Canto ii, Stanza... - Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into... - Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
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Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza... - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime;
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle... - Hark! to the hurried question of despair:
"Where is my child?"-
an echo answers, "Where? -- Lord Byron (1788-1824)... - Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! -- Lord Byron... - The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza...
