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
second-chance hands treasure
Your second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures he dispenses.
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?
sake danger
Danger for danger's sake is senseless.
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.
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.