Author: James Henry Leigh Hunt

We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk […]

How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, […]

It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and […]

Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get […]

It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, Thus to be topped with leaves; to have a sense Of honour-shaded […]

It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head […]

Robin Hood is an outlaw bold Under the greenwood tree; Bird, nor stag, nor morning air Is more at large […]

I have been reading Pomfret’s “Choice” this spring, A pretty kind of sort of kind of thing, Not much a […]

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the […]

You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be […]