| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| Lord Byron |
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| CLXXI. "There be none of Beauty's daughters" |
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| THERE be none of Beauty's daughters | |
| With a magic like thee; | |
| And like music on the waters | |
| Is thy sweet voice to me: | |
| When, as if its sound were causing | 5 |
| The charmed ocean's pausing, | |
| The waves lie still and gleaming, | |
| And the lull'd winds seem dreaming: | |
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| And the midnight moon is weaving | |
| Her bright chain o'er the deep, | 10 |
| Whose breast is gently heaving | |
| As an infant's asleep: | |
| So the spirit bows before thee | |
| To listen and adore thee; | |
| With a full but soft emotion, | 15 |
| Like the swell of summer's ocean. | |
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