Author: James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 […]

It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After […]

Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the […]

Paupertas onus visa est grave. Cold blows the wind, and while the tear Bursts trembling from my swollen eyes, The […]

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

Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : […]

Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills […]

There is May in books forever; May will part from Spenser never; May’s in Milton, May’s in Prior, May’s in […]

King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day as his lions fought, sat looking […]

Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that’s heard […]

Robin Hood’s mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce […]

Amazing monster! that, for aught I know, With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare! […]

Death is a road our dearest friends have gone; Why with such leaders, fear to say, “Lead on?” Its gate […]