Volume 1 — Canto xv. St. 13.
Reading edition
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
Hebrew Melodies.
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.