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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet. Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold,<br>Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow;<br>Nor cheek of blushing rose, nor breast of snow,<br>The varying passions of the heart could hold: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Those locks, too soon, shall own a silv'ry ray,<br>Those radiant orbs their magic fires forego;<br>Insatiate TIME shall steal those tints away,<br>Warp thy fine form, and bend thy beauties low: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the rare wonders of thy polish'd MIND<br>Shall mock the empty menace of decay;<br>The GEM, that in thy SPOTLESS BREAST enshrin'd,<br>Glows with the light of intellectual ray;<br>Shall, like the Brilliant, scorn each borrow'd aid,<br>And deck'd with native lustre NEVER FADE!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a></strong></div>

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