Now Juan could not understand a word, Being no Grecian; but he had an ear, And her voice was the warble of a bird, ... So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear, That finer, simpler music ne'er was heard; The sort of sound we echo with a tear, Without knowing why - an overpowering tone, Whence Melody descends as from a throne.
George ByronAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: January 22, 1788
- Died: April 19, 1824
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