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 LORD BYRON

60 6 We'll go no more a-roving

JO, we'll go no more a-roving

So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.

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��For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast.

And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon,

Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.

��6oj She walks in Beauty

]JHE 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 mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd 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.

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