Poems of Leigh Hunt: With Prefaces from Some of His Periodicals

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J. M. Dent and Company, 1891 - 268 páginas
 

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Página 66 - twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show: Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws ; With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled on one another.
Página 113 - 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.
Página 123 - WE are the sweet flowers, Born of sunny showers, (Think, whene'er you see us, what our beauty saith ;) Utterance, mute and bright, Of some unknown delight, We fill the air with pleasure, by our simple breath : All who see us love us, — We befit all places : Unto sorrow we give smiles, — and unto graces, graces.
Página 135 - HOW sweet it were if, without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful, beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room, and bend on ours His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends, and children who have never Been dead indeed, — as we shall know forever! Alas...
Página 67 - 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.
Página 134 - 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.
Página 66 - FRANCIS was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day, as his lions fought, sat looking on the court. The nobles filled the benches, with the ladies in their pride, And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with...
Página 68 - 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!
Página 152 - Nisi furto sint parata. [We, 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.
Página 2 - tis a morn of May Round old Ravenna's clear-shewn towers and bay, A morn, the loveliest which the year has seen, Last of the spring, yet fresh with all its green ; For a warm eve, and gentle rains at night, Have left a sparkling welcome for the light, And there's a crystal clearness all about ; The leaves are sharp, the distant hills look out ; A balmy briskness comes upon the breeze ; The smoke goes dancing from the cottage trees ; And when you listen, you may hear a coil Of bubbling springs about...

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