Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron): She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless c
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.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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!
Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
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Il piacere � un peccato, ma qualche volta il peccato � un piacere.
Ognuno � incline a credere in ci� che desidera, da un biglietto della lotteria ad un passaporto per il paradiso.
C'� qualcosa di pagano in me da cui non posso liberarmi. In breve, non nego nulla, ma dubito di tutto.