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She Walks in Beauty

BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

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 that tender light 

Which heaven to gaudy day denies. 


One shade the more, one ray 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!

The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

A little black thing among the snow, 

Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe! 

"Where are thy father and mother? say?" 

"They are both gone up to the church to pray. 


Because I was happy upon the heath, 

And smil'd among the winter's snow, 

They clothed me in the clothes of death, 

And taught me to sing the notes of woe. 


And because I am happy and dance and sing, 

They think they have done me no injury, 

And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, 

Who make up a heaven of our misery." 

The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

A little black thing among the snow, 

Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe! 

"Where are thy father and mother? say?" 

"They are both gone up to the church to pray. 


Because I was happy upon the heath, 

And smil'd among the winter's snow, 

They clothed me in the clothes of death, 

And taught me to sing the notes of woe. 


And because I am happy and dance and sing, 

They think they have done me no injury, 

And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, 

Who make up a heaven of our misery." 

Edgar Allan Poe--The Raven

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