{"id":153,"date":"2013-02-24T15:43:11","date_gmt":"2013-02-24T23:43:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=153"},"modified":"2019-04-05T16:36:43","modified_gmt":"2019-04-05T23:36:43","slug":"0224","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/02\/24\/0224\/","title":{"rendered":"0224"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/022013\/0224.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0224<br \/>\nWas his first name Tom?<\/p>\n<p><strong>She Walks in Beauty<\/strong><br \/>\nBy Lord Byron<\/p>\n<p>She walks in beauty, like the night<br \/>\nOf cloudless climes and starry skies;<br \/>\nAnd all that\u2019s best of dark and bright<br \/>\nMeet in her aspect and her eyes;<br \/>\nThus mellowed to that tender light<br \/>\nWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.<\/p>\n<p>One shade the more, one ray the less,<br \/>\nHad half impaired the nameless grace<br \/>\nWhich waves in every raven tress,<br \/>\nOr softly lightens o\u2019er her face;<br \/>\nWhere thoughts serenely sweet express,<br \/>\nHow pure, how dear their dwelling-place.<\/p>\n<p>And on that cheek, and o\u2019er that brow,<br \/>\nSo soft, so calm, yet eloquent,<br \/>\nThe smiles that win, the tints that glow,<br \/>\nBut tell of days in goodness spent,<br \/>\nA mind at peace with all below,<br \/>\nA heart whose love is innocent!<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"0224 Was his first name Tom? She Walks in Beauty By Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that\u2019s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o\u2019er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o\u2019er 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!\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>0224 Was his first name Tom? She Walks in Beauty By Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that\u2019s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/02\/24\/0224\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0224<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[77,109],"class_list":["post-153","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-love","tag-thought"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=153"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":534,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153\/revisions\/534"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=153"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=153"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=153"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}