"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!"
Lines from Lord Byron's - 'She Walks In Beauty'
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!"
Lines from Lord Byron's - 'She Walks In Beauty'
Awesome..
ReplyDeleteaah...now i see the story! Her identity is revealed in the last picture! But I still don't know her. Amazing photo essay. Lord Byron must be smiling six feet under.
ReplyDeletethese are great bhumi! like!
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