Lord Byron's "She Walks In Beauty," dedicated to Barbara Bush

[Bush_Eats_Beef]

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824

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
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!



:evilgrin:

[sui generis]

1. really!

Byron is spinning like a top in his coffin this very moment.

[ugarte]

2. She's not even the best-looking bitch in the picture

nt

[rwork]

3. Why should she waste

her beautiful mind on something so silly as soldiers dying.

[HamstersFromHell]

4. She might claim to have a beautiful mind...

but that face could make a freight train take a dirt road.

[Ivan Sputnik]

5. Who cares what she looks like

her real ugliness is on the inside. And in what she spawned.