| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
| Lord Byron |
| CLXXIII. "She walks in beauty, like the night" |
| SHE walks in beauty, like the night | |
| Of cloudless climes and starry skies, | |
| And all that's best of dark and bright | |
| Meets in her aspect and her eyes; | |
| Thus mellow'd to that tender light | 5 |
| Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. |


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