George Darley was an Irish poet, novelist, and critic.
Associating only with a small, select number of friends, George Darley passed his life in a solitary world largely of his own making. When he is discussed in the surveys of English Romanticism, he is inevitably described as a "minor poet," but even that designation is more than he expected. In a 20 ... more »
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George Darley Poems
The Moon and Sea
Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass And ponders over her image in the sea, Her cloudy locks smoothing from off her face That she may all as bright as beauty be;
O Blest unfabled Incense Tree, That burns in glorious Araby, With red scent chalicing the air, Till earth-life grow Elysian there!
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.
The Anonymous Poet
You, the choice minions of the proud-lipped nine Who warble at the great Apollo's knee, Why do you laugh at these rude lays of mine? I seek not of your brotherhood to be:
I sent a ring—a little band Of emerald and ruby stone, And bade it, sparkling on thy hand, Tell thee sweet tales of one
The Joy of Childhood
Down the dimpled green-sward dancing Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy, Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing Love's irregular little levy.
The Fallen Star
A star is gone! a star is gone! There is a blank in Heaven; One of the cherub choir has done His airy course this even.
Prayer unsaid, and mass unsung, Deadman's dirge must still be rung: Dingle-dong, the dead-bells sound! Mermen chant his dirge around! Wash him bloodless, smooth him fair, Stretch his limbs, and sleek his hair
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 numbers Breathed to my sad lute 'mid the lonely air.
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?
O BLEST unfabled Incense Tree, That burns in glorious Araby, With red scent chalicing the air, Till earth-life grow Elysian there!
The Mermaidens' Vesper-Hymn
Troop home to silents grots and caves! Troop home! And mimic as you go The mournful winding of the waves Which to their dark abysses flow!
The Gambols of Children
DOWN the dimpled greensward dancing, Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy,— Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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The Moon and Sea
Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass
And ponders over her image in the sea,
Her cloudy locks smoothing from off her face
That she may all as bright as beauty be;
It is my wont to sit upon the shore
And mark with what an even grace she glides
Her two concurrent paths of azure o'er,
One in the heavens, the other in the tides:
Now with a transient veil her face she hides
And ocean blackens with a human frown;
Now her fine screen of vapour she divides
And looks with all her light of beauty down;
Her splendid smile over-silvering the main ...