James Henry Leigh Hunt

The Deed of Blood is o'er
And, hark, the Trumpet's mournful breath     Low murmurs round it a Note of Death—        The Mighty are no more
How solemn slow that distant Groan
—    O, could

There is May in books forever;
May will part from Spenser never;
May's in Milton,
May's in Prior,

'Tis well you think me truly one of those,
Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;
For surely as I feel the bird that
Behind the leaves, or dawn as it up grows,

Robin and his merry men Lived just like the birds;
They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, And whistles and songs as words
Up they were with the earliest sign Of the sun's up-looking eye;
But not an archer breakfasted Till he tw...

Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home;
And Robin has paid, he scarce knew how, A sum for a noble tomb
The church-yard lies on a woody hill, But open to sun and air:
It seems as if the heave...

A Crown of of ivy
I submit my
To the young hand that gives it, --young, 'tis true,
But with a right, for 'tis a poet's too

King 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, and the ladies in their pride,
And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for ...

Jenny kiss'd 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 miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,...

One day there fell in great Benares' temple-courtA wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;"To him who loveth best, a gift from Heaven
" Thereat
The priests made proclamation: "At the midday hour,
Each d...

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,

Cold blows the wind, and while the tear Bursts trembling from my swollen eyes,
The rain's big drop, quick meets it there, And on my naked bosom flies
O pity, all ye sons of Joy, The little wand'ring Negro-boy
These tatter'd clothes,...

Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Catching your heart up at the feel of June,
Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon,
When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass;
And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those ...