Poem by George Gordon Byron

Stanzas for Music

There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:

And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer's ocean. 

1. Churchill’s Grave
2. On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School
3. To the Earl of Clare
4. Lines Addressed to a Young Lady
5. Reply to some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq., on the Cruelty of his Mistress

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