[And despite being drunk as hell, Amelia clears her throat and recites the first few verses of...]
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.
[A beat.]
Lord Byron, 1814. Wish I could've met that guy. Messed up, but I think one of my turn ons are Romantic era artists.
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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.
[A beat.]
Lord Byron, 1814. Wish I could've met that guy. Messed up, but I think one of my turn ons are Romantic era artists.