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She Walks in Beauty<br> by George Gordon, Lord Byron (拜伦, 1788-1824)<br><br>She walks in beauty, like the night<br>Of cloudless climes and starry skies;<br>And all that's best of dark and bright<br>Meet in her aspect and her eyes:<br>Thus mellowed to that tender light<br>Which heaven to gaudy day denies.<br><br>One shade the more, one ray the less,<br>Had half impaired the nameless grace<br>Which waves in every raven tress,<br>Or softly lightens o'er her face;<br>Where thoughts serenely sweet express<br>How pure, how dear their dwelling place.<br><br>And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,<br>So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,<br>The smiles that win, the tints that glow,<br>But tell of days in goodness spent,<br>A mind at peace with all below,<br>A heart whose love is innocent!<br><br>她走在美的光彩中/伊人倩影<br> by 乔治·戈登·拜伦<br><br>她翩然举步,袅娜而娉婷,<br>恰似晴朗的夜空缀满繁星;<br>明暗交织绝美合璧的光影,<br>在她眉眼与面庞之间汇映:<br>继而融为醇雅柔和的清辉,<br>那是上苍不予白昼的明媚。<br><br>多一丝阴影,少一缕光泽,<br>都有损这难以言表的婀娜,<br>那是她云鬓青丝间的涟波,<br>是面颊上柔柔光辉的映射;<br>丽颜传...