James Henry Leigh Hunt
Leigh Hunt (1784–1859) was an English critic, essayist, and poet who championed the Romantics. His poems "Jenny Kissed Me" and "Abou Ben Adhem" are among the most quoted…
"Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight of his room, Making it rich, and"
"Translation of a Latin poem by Thomas Randolph We the fairies blithe and antic Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, O"
"Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the"
"We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets"
"How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from th"
"It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After the silver showers. The green leaves the"
"Death is a road our dearest friends have gone; Why with such leaders, fear to say, "Lead on?" Its gate repels, lest it too soon be tried, But turns in"
"Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills the night, With the breath of the rain's sweet might."
"It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After the silver showers. The green leaves"
"Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : And whistles and songs as words. Up they we"
"Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills the night, With the breath of the rain's sweet mig"
"It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and things, as in that vision, seem Ke"
"I have been reading Pomfrets Choice this spring, A pretty kind ofsort ofkind of thing, Not much a verse, and poem none at all, Yet, as they sa"
"We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen swe"
"Amazing monster! that, for aught I know, With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare! O flat and shocking face, Grimly divided"
"There is May in books forever; May will part from Spenser never; Mays in Milton, Mays in Prior, Mays in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer; Mays in all th"
"Robin Hood is an outlaw bold Under the greenwood tree; Bird, nor stag, nor morning air Is more at large than he. They sent against him twenty men"
"You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though wi"
"It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and things, as in that vision, seem Ke"
"Death is a road our dearest friends have gone; Why with such leaders, fear to say, Lead on? Its gate repels, lest it too soon be tried, But turns"
"How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from"
"Paupertas onus visa est grave. Cold blows the wind, and while the tear Bursts trembling from my swollen eyes, The rain's big drop, quick meets it"
"Jenny kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary"
"Reader! what soul that loaves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill, Nor lo"
"Suggested By Part Of The Italian Song, Beginning "Se Moneca Ti Fai." I If you become a nun, dear, A friar I w"
"King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court; The nobles filled the benches, a"
"It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head I stood in honoured pride, Talking of lov"
"Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say Im weary"
"It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, Thus to be topped with leaves;--to have a sense Of honour-shaded thought,--an influence As from great nature'"
"Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce knew how, A sum for a noble tomb."