The Poetical Works of Leigh HuntRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1860 - 455 pages |
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Alcmena Ariosto beauty behold bless blest bliss BLUE-STOCKING bower breath call'd Cambus Captain Sword Chaucer cheeks comes cried dance dear death delight divine dreadful dream Duke of Guise e'en earth eyes face fair fairy fancy Fawdon fear feast feel flowers gentle glory grace green hair hand hath head heart heaven horse James Godwin John Gilbert Kilspindie king kiss kiss'd lady Lady Morgan laugh LEIGH HUNT light lips look look'd lord lov'd mirth never night noble noble Khan NOTE nought o'er one's palfrey goes Petrarch poem poet POETICAL poor Priam Prince queen Rimini Robin rose round seem'd shouldering angels sighs sight sing smile song soul stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tow'rds trees true trumpets truth turn'd twas twixt vex'd VINCENT NOVELLO wine wise word young youth
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Page 433 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 124 - 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 !
Page 124 - 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." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Page 124 - 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.
Page 90 - mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed : And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.
Page 452 - The fairest of her sex Angelica His daughter, sought by many pro.west knights, Both Paynim, and the peers of Charlemain.
Page 235 - 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 who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Page 90 - I'll drop my glove to prove his love; great glory will be mine." She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled; He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild; The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place, Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face.
Page 285 - 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.
Page 376 - Then among streams and flowers The little winged powers Went singing carols without torch or bow ; The nymphs and shepherds sat Mingling with innocent chat Sports and low whispers; and with whispers low, Kisses that would not go. The maiden, budding o'er, Kept not her bloom un-eyed, Which now a veil must hide, Nor the crisp apples which her bosom bore; And oftentimes, in river or in lake, The lover and his love their merry bath would take.