James Henry Leigh Hunt

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,

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…

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.

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.

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!…

The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking,
When Ariadne in her bower was waking;
Her eyelids still were closing, and she heard
But indistinctly yet a little bird,…

Дженни меня целовала…
Всякое в жизни бывало.
Время, включи в свои списки
Спады, подъёмы и риски,…

'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,

Он медленно струится по пескам,
как мысль течёт сквозь сон или виденье,
и грезит наяву, и будто тени
былых веков встают по берегам:…

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…

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…

Huzza, my boys! our friends the Dutch have risen,
Our good old friends, and burst the Tyrant's prison!
Aye, and have done it without bloodshed too,
Like men, to sense as well as freedom true.…

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…

SLEEP breathes at last from out thee,
My little patient boy;
And balmy rest about thee
Smooths off the day's annoy.…

T'other day as I was twining
Roses, for a crown to dine in,
What, of all things, 'mid the heap,
Should I light on, fast asleep,…

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!

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…

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

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…

Ye brave, enduring Englishmen,
Who dash through fire and flood,
And spend with equal thoughtlessness
Your money and your blood

Amazing monster! that, for aught I know,
With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare!
O flat and shocking face,
Grimly divided from the breast below!

It flows through old hush'd Ægypt and its sands,
Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream;
And times and things, as in a vision,
Keeping along it their eternal stands.--Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd

I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring,
A pretty kind of -- sort of -- kind of thing,
Not much a verse, and poem none at all,
Yet, as they say, extremely natural.…

It lies before me there, and my own breath
Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside
The living head I stood in honoured pride,
Talking of lovely things that conquer death.…