Leigh Hunt

thumb|There are two worlds: the world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imagination. James Henry Leigh Hunt (19 October 1784 – 28 August 1859) was an English poet and essayist. Quotes thumb|I pray thee, then, write me as one who loves his fellow men. thumb|The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing. That there is pain and evil, is no ruleThat I should make it greater, like a fool. "A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret's 'Choice'", in The Liberal, vol. 2 (1823), p. 271 Stolen sweets are always sweeter,Stolen kisses much completer,Stolen looks are nice in chapels,Stolen, stolen, be your apples. "Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard", in The Tatler (8 Sep. 1830), p. 16 Compare: Colley Cibber, "Stolen sweets are best." 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." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one who loves his fellow men." The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest! "Abou Ben Adhem", in The Amulet (1834) Inspired by the Sufi Ibrahim ibn Adham She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild:The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place,Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face."By God!" said Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat:"No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that." "The Glove and the Lions", in The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal (1836), pt. ii, p. 40 His lady to remove the toll that makes the land forlorn,Will surely ride through Coventry, naked as she was born. "Godiva", st. 1, in The New Monthly Magazine, and Humorist (Mar. 1850), p. 287 thumb|Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,Say that health and wealth have missed me;Say I'm growing old, but addJenny kissed me. 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 wealth have missed me;Say I'm growing old, but addJenny kissed me. "Jenny Kissed Me", in The Monthly Chronicle (Nov. 1838), p. 436 [variant: 'Nelly' for 'Jenny'] Fishes do not roar; they cannot express any sound of suffering; and therefore the angler chooses to think they do not suffer, more than it is convenient for him to fancy. Now it is a poor sport that depends for its existence on the want of a voice in the sufferer, and of imagination in the sportsman. The Town: Its Memorable Characters and Events (1848), p. 151 The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing. Table-Talk (1851), p. 62 If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating. Table-Talk (1851), p. 104 Oh for a seat in some poetic nook,Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! "Politics and Poetics", l. 72, in The Reflector, vol. i, no. 2 (Mar. 1811), p. 363 The Story of Rimini (1816) The two divinest things this world has got,A lovely woman in a rural spot! Canto iii, l. 257 With spots of sunny openings, and with nooksTo lie and read in, sloping into brooks. Canto iii, l. 418 The world was all forgot, the struggle o’er,Desperate the joy.—That day they read no more. Canto iii, l. 607 Foliage (1818) thumb|Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream. 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 stands. "A Thought on the Nile", l. 1 . . . and then we wake,And hear the fruitful stream lapsing alongTwixt villages, and think how we shall takeOur own calm journey on for human sake. "A Thought on the Nile", l. 11 Attributed There are two worlds: the world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imagination. In The Farmer's Wife, vol. 36 (1933), p. 72 External links Author:James Henry Leigh Hunt Category:1784 births Category:1859 deaths Category:Essayists from England Category:Poets from England Category:Romantic poets Category:Literary critics Category:Critics from England Category:Journalists from England Category:Memoirists from England Category:Autobiographers from England Category:People from London Category:Victorian poets