<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Is Not Beauty I Demand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not Beauty I demand, <br>A crystal brow, the moon's despair, <br>Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, <br>Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me not of your starry eyes, <br>Your lips that seem on roses fed, <br>Your breasts where Cupid trembling lies, <br>Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks, <br>Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours, <br>A breath that softer music speaks <br>Than summer winds a-wooing flowers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are but gauds; nay, what are lips? <br>Coral beneath the ocean-stream, <br>Whose brink when your adventurer sips <br>Full oft he perisheth on them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what are cheeks but ensigns oft <br>That wave hot youth to fields of blood? <br>Did Helen's breast though ne'er so soft, <br>Do Greece or Ilium any good? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes can with baleful ardor burn, <br>Poison can breath that erst perfumed, <br>There's many a white hand holds an urn <br>With lovers' hearts to dust consumed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For crystal brows--there's naught within, <br>They are but empty cells for pride; <br>He who the Syren's hair would win <br>Is mostly strangled in the tide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give me, instead of beauty's bust, <br>A tender heart, a loyal mind, <br>Which with temptation I could trust, <br>Yet never linked with error find. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One in whose gentle bosom I <br>Could pour my secret heart of woes. <br>Like the care-burdened honey-fly <br>That hides his murmurs in the rose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My earthly comforter! whose love <br>So indefeasible might be, <br>That when my spirit won above <br>Hers could not stay for sympathy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Darley">George Darley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395945" data-title="It Is Not Beauty I Demand de George Darley" data-description="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. Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts where Cupid trembling ..."></div> </div> </div>

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