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Poema: Stanzas to Jessy  Autor: Lordy Byron "Há duas almas, cujo igual fluxo em fluxo suave tão calmamente correm que quando elas se separam- elas se separam?- ah não! elas não pode se separar- essas amlmas são uma"

To Caroline (George Gordon Byron)

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You say you love, and yet your eye
No symptom of that love conveys, You say you love, yet know not why, Your cheek no sign of love betrays. Ah! did that breast with ardour glow, With me alone it joy could know, Or feel with me the listless woe, Which racks my heart when far from thee.
Whene'er we meet my blushes rise, And mantle through my purpled cheek, But yet no blush to mine replies, Nor e'en your eyes your love bespeak.
Your voice alone declares your flame, And though so sweet it breathes my name, Our passions still are not the same; Alas! you cannot love like me. For e'en your lip seems steep'd in snow, And though so oft it meets my kiss, It burns with no responsive glow, Nor melts like mine in dewy bliss. Ah! what are words to love like mine, Though uttered by a voice like thine, I still in murmurs must repine, And think that love can ne'er be true,
Which meets me with no joyous sign, Without a sigh which bids adieu; How different is my love from thine, How keen m…

She walks in beauty (Byron)

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Geralmente eu posto aqui no blog poemas em língua portuguesa, porém gosto muito de Lord Byron e este é um daqueles dias em que estou com vontade de ler um autor específico, então resolvi postar este poema chamado Ela caminha na beleza, onde ele basicamente descreve a mulher amada de forma romântica e idealizadora.

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 mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade more, one ray 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.
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!