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She Walks in Beauty

Tekst: 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!

 

 

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Zij gaat in schoonheid

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Zij gaat in schoonheid, zoals de nacht
zonder wolken en een hemel vol sterren;
en al wat het mooiste is van donker en licht
komt samen in haar gestalte en in haar ogen;
zo is ze gerijpt tot dat tedere licht
welke de hemel de felle dag ontzegt.

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