George Darley Heart Poems
- 1. The Solitary Lyre
Wherefore, unlaurell'd Boy,
Whom the contemptuous Muse will not inspire,
With a sad kind of joy
Still sing'st thou to thy solitary lyre?
... - 2. It Is Not Beauty I Demand
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.
... - 3. To Helene
On a Gift-ring carelessly lost
I sent a ring-a little band
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