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Was an Irish poet, novelist, and critic.
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George Darley's poems
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I sent a ring-a little band
Of emerald and ruby stone,
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It is not Beauty I demand,
A crystal brow, the moon's despair,
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You, the choice minions of the proud-lipped nine
Who warble at the great Apollo's knee,
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O Blest unfabled Incense Tree,
That burns in glorious Araby,
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Prayer unsaid, and mass unsung, Deadman's dirge must still be rung:
Dingle-dong, the dead-bells sound! Mermen chant his dirge around!
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I SENT a ring--a little band
Of emerald and ruby stone,
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Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,
Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair;
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Troop home to silents grots and caves!
Troop home! And mimic as you go
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Down the dimpled green-sward dancing
Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy,
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Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass
And ponders over her image in the sea,
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