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Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Lord Byron. Mostrar todas las entradas
Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Lord Byron. Mostrar todas las entradas

martes, 29 de octubre de 2019

"...se vio atacado por algo peor...", Lord Byron














"…se vio atacado por algo peor que la desgracia: sintió los asqueos de la saciedad ".



Lord Byron; Las peregrinaciones de Childe-Harold: IV, canto primero.

(arte de Oana Farcas)

jueves, 16 de marzo de 2017

She walks in beauty, poesía de Lord Byron







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!

Lord Byron