George Darley

George Darley (1795 – 1846) was an Irish poet, novelist, and critic. Quotes Poem The Loveliness of Love It is not Beauty I demand,A crystal brow, the moon's despair,Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair. Give me, instead of beauty's bust,A tender heart, a loyal mind,Which with temptation I could trust,Yet never linked with error find. Poem Nepenthe Half-buried to her flaming breastIn this bright tree, she makes her nest,Hundred-sunned Phoenix! when she mustCrumble at length to hoary dust! O fast her amber blood doth flowFrom the heart-wounded Incense Tree,Fast as earth’s deep-embosom’d woeIn silent rivulets to the sea! Poem Sweet in her green dell Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair;Sleeps she and hears not the melancholy numbersBreathed to my sad lute 'mid the lonely air. Come then, my bird! For the peace thou ever bearest,Still Heaven's messenger of comfort to me—Come—this fond bosom, O faithfullest and fairest,Bleeds with its death-wound, its wound of love for thee! External links Category:Poets from Ireland Category:Novelists from Ireland Category:People from Dublin Category:1846 deaths