English poem
On the Eyes of Miss a----H---
by Lord Byron
Anne's Eye is liken'd to the Sun, From it such Beams of Beauty fall; And this can be denied by none, For like the Sun, it shines on All.
Then do not admiration smother, Or say these glances don't become her; To you, or I, or any other Her Sun, displays perpetual Summer.
More by Lord Byron
- On the Day of the Destruction of Jerusalem by Titus
- On the Death of a Young Lady, Cousin to the Author, and Very Dear to Him
- On the Death of Mr. Fox
- On the Death of the Duke of Dorset
- On the Quotation,
- On the Star of "the Legion of Honour."
- On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
- One Struggle More, and I Am Free