George Gordon Noel Byron

She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless chimes and starry skies;
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She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless chimes 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.

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
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Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madded to crime?

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
The truth in masquerade.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
The truth in masquerade.

Men freely believe that which they wish to be the truth.

Men freely believe that which they wish to be the truth.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.