James Henry Leigh Hunt
Jenny Kissed Me by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Jenny Kissed Me by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Jenny kissed me when we met,Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to getSweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,Say that health and ...

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Abou Ben Adhem by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,And saw, within the moonlight in his room,Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,An angel ...

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The Glove And The Lions by James Henry Leigh Hunt

The Glove And The Lions by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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, and the ladies in their pride,And ...

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Rondeau by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Rondeau by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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, say I'm sad, Say that health ...

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On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From John Keats by James Henry Leigh Hunt

On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From John Keats by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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's fingers, and be twined With her ...

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Robin Hood’s Flight by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Robin Hood’s Flight by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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.The church-yard lies on a woody ...

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The Nile by James Henry Leigh Hunt

The Nile by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 Keeping along it their eternal ...

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Song Of Fairies Robbing An Orchard by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Song Of Fairies Robbing An Orchard by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 are always sweeter,Stolen kisses ...

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A Thought Or Two On Reading Pomfret’s by James Henry Leigh Hunt

A Thought Or Two On Reading Pomfret’s by James Henry Leigh Hunt

I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and poem none at all, Yet, as they say, extremely natural. And yet ...

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Robin Hood, A Child. by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Robin Hood, A Child. by James Henry Leigh Hunt

It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doorsDry quickly, while the roads are wet, After the silver showers.The green leaves they looked greener still, ...

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A Thought Of The Nile by James Henry Leigh Hunt

A Thought Of The Nile by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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, seemKeeping along it their eternal ...

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How Robin And His Outlaws Lived In The Woods by James Henry Leigh Hunt

How Robin And His Outlaws Lived In The Woods by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 were with the earliest sign Of the ...

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Robin Hood, An Outlaw. by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Robin Hood, An Outlaw. by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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, Who joined him ...

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May And The Poets by James Henry Leigh Hunt

May And The Poets by James Henry Leigh Hunt

There is May in books forever; May will part from Spenser never; May's in Milton, May's in Prior, May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer; May's in all the Italian books:-- She has old ...

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An Angel In The House by James Henry Leigh Hunt

An Angel In The House by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 the silent air At evening in ...

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A Night-Rain In Summer by James Henry Leigh Hunt

A Night-Rain In Summer by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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. Hark! the burthen, swift and ...

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Death by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Death by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 balm on the immortal ...

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Sudden Fine Weather by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Sudden Fine Weather by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill, Nor long to utter his melodious will? ...

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On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats) by James Henry Leigh Hunt

On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats) by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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's fingers, and be twined With ...

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Bellman’s Verses For 1814 by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Bellman’s Verses For 1814 by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Huzza, my boys! our friends the Dutch have risen, Our good old friends, and burst the Tyrant's prison!Aye, and have done it without bloodshed too,Like men, to sense as well as ...

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The Field Of Battle by James Henry Leigh Hunt

The Field Of Battle by James Henry Leigh Hunt

The Deed of Blood is o'er! And, hark, the Trumpet's mournful breath Low murmurs round it a Note of Death—The Mighty are no more!How solemn slow that distant Groan!—O, could ...

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A Fish Answers by James Henry Leigh Hunt

A Fish Answers by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 from the breast below! Thou that ...

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The Negro Boy by James Henry Leigh Hunt

The Negro Boy by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 there, And on my naked bosom ...

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To Robert Batty, M.D., On His Giving Me A Lock Of Milton’s Hair by James Henry Leigh Hunt

To Robert Batty, M.D., On His Giving Me A Lock Of Milton’s Hair by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 lovely things that conquer death. ...

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Walcheren Expedition by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Walcheren Expedition by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Ye brave, enduring Englishmen,Who dash through fire and flood, And spend with equal thoughtlessnessYour money and your blood,I sing of that black season,Which all true hearts ...

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The Plate Of Gold by James Henry Leigh Hunt

The Plate Of Gold by James Henry Leigh Hunt

One day there fell in great Benares' temple-courtA wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;'To him who loveth best, a gift from Heaven.'Thereat.The priests made ...

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The Olive Of Peace by James Henry Leigh Hunt

The Olive Of Peace by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Now sheath'd is the Sword that was wild as the blast: The Tempest of Slaughter and Terror is past; Old ALBION her Neighbour all smilingly hails—For the OLIVE of PEACE blooms again ...

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To A Fish by James Henry Leigh Hunt

To A Fish by James Henry Leigh Hunt

You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced, And ...

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To John Keats by James Henry Leigh Hunt

To John Keats by James Henry Leigh Hunt

'Tis well you think me truly one of those,Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;For surely as I feel the bird that singsBehind the leaves, or dawn as it up grows,Or the ...

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Ariadne Waking by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Ariadne Waking by James Henry Leigh Hunt

The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking,When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she heardBut indistinctly yet a little bird,That in the ...

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To The Grasshopper And The Cricket by James Henry Leigh Hunt

To The Grasshopper And The Cricket by James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 bees lag at the summoning brass; ...

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Bacchus And Ariadne by James Henry Leigh Hunt

Bacchus And Ariadne by James Henry Leigh Hunt

The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking.When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she heardBut indistinctly yet a little bird.That in the ...

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To A Child During Sickness by James Henry Leigh Hunt

To A Child During Sickness by James Henry Leigh Hunt

SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy ...

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