Leigh Hunt
Leigh Hunt
James Henry Leigh Hunt, best known as Leigh Hunt, was an English critic, essayist, poet, and writer...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 October 1784
poetry poetry-is breaths
Poetry is the breath of beauty.
second-chance hands treasure
Your second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures he dispenses.
christmas heart heaven
Fail not to call to mind, in the course of the twenty-fifth of this month, that the Divinest Heart that ever walked the earth was born on that day; and then smile and enjoy yourselves for the rest of it; for mirth is also of Heaven's making.
occupation busy enjoyment
Occupation is the necessary basis of all enjoyment.
laughter ends sigh
Did you ever observe that immoderate laughter always ends in a sigh?
sea fishing rivers
Anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime; yet it puts fellow-creatures to the torture. They pique themselves on their meditative faculties; and yet their only excuse is a want of thought.
sake danger
Danger for danger's sake is senseless.
two lovely world
The two divinest things this world has got,A lovely woman in a rural spot!
laughter sorrow tears
God made both tears and laughter, and both for kind purposes; for as laughter enables mirth and surprise to breathe freely, so tears enable sorrow to vent itself patiently. Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair and madness.
occasions
Words are often things also, and very precious, especially on the gravest occasions. Without "words," and the truth of things that is in them, what were we?
wonder ifs cease
No wonder is greater than any other wonder, and if once explained ceases to be a wonder.
affection melancholy trifles
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.
dwelling perfect touching
Table talk, to be perfect, should be sincere without bigotry, differing without discord, sometimes grave, always agreeable, touching on deep points, dwelling most on seasonable ones, and letting everybody speak and be heard.
summer sweet morning
The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and the sweet season of hay; and people will cross the fields, reading or walking with one another; and instead of the rain that soaks death into the heart of green things, will be the rain which they drink with delight; and there will be sleep on the grass at midday, and early rising in the morning, and long moonlight evenings.