About the poet
George Byron was born in 1788 with a deformed foot: he limped all his life. His father was 'Mad...
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
meets 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 tells in days of goodness spent,
a mind at peace with all below,
a heart whose love is innocent.
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Lord Byron Downloads read by Fleur Adcock & Daljit Nagra