The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt: Containing Many Pieces Now First CollectedEdward Moxon, 1844 - 288 sider |
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... hath not said : No happy one , to guess from looks constrain'd , Attentions over - wrought , and pleasures feign'd . The Prince , ' twas clear , was anxious to imply That all was love and grave felicity ; The least suspicion of his ...
... hath not said : No happy one , to guess from looks constrain'd , Attentions over - wrought , and pleasures feign'd . The Prince , ' twas clear , was anxious to imply That all was love and grave felicity ; The least suspicion of his ...
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... hath gallop'd from Hendon Hall To Kensington , where in a thick old wood ( Now its fair Gardens ) a mansion stood , Half like fortress , and half like farm , [ harm . A house which had ceas'd to be threaten'd with The gates frown'd ...
... hath gallop'd from Hendon Hall To Kensington , where in a thick old wood ( Now its fair Gardens ) a mansion stood , Half like fortress , and half like farm , [ harm . A house which had ceas'd to be threaten'd with The gates frown'd ...
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... hath swallow'd a sigh at last , Big as his heart ; and the words have pass'd : " I love your daughter , Sir Guy ... Hath nobody nigher to leave his gold : } The King hath been pleas'd to promise my sword The 46 THE PALFREY .
... hath swallow'd a sigh at last , Big as his heart ; and the words have pass'd : " I love your daughter , Sir Guy ... Hath nobody nigher to leave his gold : } The King hath been pleas'd to promise my sword The 46 THE PALFREY .
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... hath money beside , Cometh best arm'd for a beauteous bride . The court will be riding this way next week , To honour the Earl's fat chimney reek ; And softly will many a bold bright eye Fall on the face no face comes nigh . You speak ...
... hath money beside , Cometh best arm'd for a beauteous bride . The court will be riding this way next week , To honour the Earl's fat chimney reek ; And softly will many a bold bright eye Fall on the face no face comes nigh . You speak ...
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... hath grown , And he loatheth the kiss to the hard old hand . 66 ; May the devil , " thought he , " for his best new Pluck it , and strike to his soul red - hot ! [ brand , Why scorn me , and mock me ? and why , like a sot , Must I stoop ...
... hath grown , And he loatheth the kiss to the hard old hand . 66 ; May the devil , " thought he , " for his best new Pluck it , and strike to his soul red - hot ! [ brand , Why scorn me , and mock me ? and why , like a sot , Must I stoop ...
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AGOLANTI Alcmena Amphitryon angel Antonio Arsaces beauty bless blest bliss BLUE-STOCKING blush bower breath bride call'd Captain Sword cheek COLONNA comes cried dear delight divine door dreadful earth eyes face fair fancy fear FIORDILISA flowers gentle GINEVRA Giulio golden grace hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hendon King King Ban kiss kiss'd lady Lady Morgan light lips look look'd lord lov'd lovers mild Montepulciano never night o'er Olim Olimpia palfrey goes Petrarch Phoebus pity poet poor Prince Queen Ravenna Rimini Riva RONDINELLI rose round seem'd sight Signor Sir Grey Sir Guy SIRMIO smile song soul speak sweet talk tears tell thee thine things thou thought Tiresias tow'rds trees trumpets truth turn'd twas twixt vex'd Vincent Novello Winchelsea window wine wise word young
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Side 70 - 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 writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 170 - 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 ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Side 129 - 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 winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart in pain and weakness Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears, These, these are things that may demand Dread memories for years. Sorrows I've had, severe ones.
Side 70 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Side 151 - 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 I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Side 174 - The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit TO A FISH 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 mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste; And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be, — Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry, Legless, unloving, infamously chaste: — O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is't ye do? What life lead? eh, dull goggles?
Side 162 - Alas ! we think not what we daily see About our hearths — angels, that are to be Or may be if they will, and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet in happy air; A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings In unison with ours, breeding its future wings.
Side 136 - Memnon, that long sitting by In seeming idleness, with stony eye, Sang at the morning's touch, like poetry ; And then of all the fierce and bitter fruit Of the proud planting of a tyrannous foot, — Of bruised rights, and flourishing bad men, And virtue wasting heavenwards from a den ; Brute force, and fury ; and the devilish drouth Of the fool...
Side 194 - I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me. '.II a Leigh SONG OF FAIRIES ROBBING AN Hunt ORCHARD We are 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 much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples...
Side 164 - We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,— Such our breath and blueness is. lo, the mild shape Hidden by Jove's fears, Found us first i' the sward, when she For hunger stoop'd in tears.