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
helping-others sorrow bears
Part of our good consists in the endeavor to do sorrows away, and in the power to sustain them when the endeavor fails,--to bear them nobly, and thus help others to bear them as well.
prayer blessing wish
For the most part, we should pray rather in aspiration than petition, rather by hoping than requesting; in which spirit also we may breathe a devout wish for a blessing on others upon occasions when it might be presumptuous to beg it.
nature eye animal
Nature, at all events, humanly speaking, is manifestly very fond of color; for she has made nothing without it. Her skies are blue; her fields, green; her waters vary with her skies; her animals, vegetables, minerals, are all colored. She paints a great any of them in apparently superfluous hues, as if to show the dullest eye how she loves color.
dream sleep crowns
We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know.
mirth melancholy disguise
Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.
dream egypt vision
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 stands.
cheerful littles firsts
If you are melancholy for the first time, you will find, upon a little inquiry, that others have been melancholy many times, and yet are cheerful now.
justice tree poetic
Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!
sorrow tears despair
Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.
kissing blue shade
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.
faces admirer anglers
A friend of ours, who is an admirer of Isaac Walton, was struck, just as we were, with the likeness of the old angler's face to a fish.
christmas too-much glorious
Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.
humility pride forever
May exalting and humanizing thoughts forever accompany me, making me confident without pride, and modest without servility.
english-poet hearts imagination
There are two worlds: the world we can measure with line and rule, and the world that we feel with our hearts and imagination.