*She Walks in Beauty
by George Gordon Byron
I.
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 that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
II.
One shade the more, one ray 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.
III.
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!
Less and less and less and less so, alas.
Who'd be a parent?
"Our daughters are abused by a culture of porn
Young girls, under pressure to have sex as never before, need parental protection "
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/comment/columnists/allison-pearson/9821275/Our-daughters-are-abused-by-a-culture-of-porn.html
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http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16159Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
