Fool! I mean not That poor-souled piece of heroism, self-slaughter; Oh no! the miserablest day we live There's many a better thing to do than die!

- George Darley

Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes.

- George Darley

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.

- George Darley

Fashionability is a kind of elevated vulgarity.

- George Darley

There's many a white hand holds an urn With lovers' hearts to dust consumed.

- George Darley