The beautiful melody adds so much to Byron's poem! Who composed the music for this poem? Saby o'? That's amazing! Have listened to it more than 300 times since I found it on YT last year, and love it more and more! ❤❤❤
Wow! This is one of my favorite pieces of poetry, and you have arranged it into a song most beautiful. May you walk in the beauty that is your music. God Bless you.
❤️🔥 “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you've felt that way.” ❤️🔥 ― Charles Bukowski 😎
...ninguna mujer nacio para ser tildada digna de desprecio y su vida su existencia es la belleza en lo mas sublime encarnada a la culminacion maxima en una madre y por ella existe la naturaleza y para ella ..
Awesome! I like Sissel version of poem and Yours also great! Btw. Some sources claim Byron was inspired not only by Anne Wilmot but by a Botticelli painting "Venus" (or s.c. Venus at night) which was in his room...
Лорд Байрон, Еврейские мелодии, песнь 1 Lord Byron "Hebrew Melodies 1" - "SHE walks in beauty like the night" Она идёт в красе ночи. Мой вольный перевод: www.stihi.ru/2019/10/25/1148 Она идёт в красе ночи, Горя звездой на тёмном небе. Глаза мерцанием свечи, Пронзают в сердце, дарят жребий. Без лишних пламенных речей Я вижу шарм дневного света. В плену божественных очей Восторжен взгляд и слог поэта. Ночной луч света бьёт струёй Из безымянных недр встречи. Искрится волос золотой И ниспадает ей на плечи. Прекрасны мысли и лицо, И образ свят и безупречен, Как драгоценное кольцо. Пленяет бархат щёк и лба, Спокойный взгляд её ласкает, А на улыбчивых губах Невинность трепетно скучает. На сердце юном благодать, И ум сквозит в глазах бездонных - Всесветной вечности печать. 25.10. 2019 4-50 Оригинал: 1. She Walks in Beauty 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 mellowed to the tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One ray the more, one shade 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.
