Quote#Sadness
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers
Quote byGeorge Darley · 1795–1846
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poem Sweet in her green dell.
English (original)
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.
— George Darley
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