The author of this poem, Lord Byron, was quite a character. A lover of women and boys alike, he epitomized and immortalized the "Byronic Hero" a sullen, brooding, defiant young man who fixates upon some unforgivable mistake in his past. It was written about Byron that he was "mad, bad, and dangerous to know" Byron is possibly best known for his tale of "Don Juan" a character who some argue is autobiographical in nature.
- 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 mellowed to the tender light
- Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
- One ray the more, one shade the less
- Had half impaired 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
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