Poems by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Amazing monster! that, for aught I know,
Open the window, and let the air
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
I have been reading Pomfret’s “Choice” this spring,
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
How sweet it were, if without feeble fright,
Death is a road our dearest friends have gone;
Translation of a Latin poem by Thomas Randolph
Robin and his merry men
Jenny kissed me when we met,
There is May in books forever;
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now,
It was the pleasant season yet,
Robin Hood is an outlaw bold
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Reader! what soul that loaves a verse can see
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport,
Paupertas onus visa est grave.
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced,
It lies before me there, and my own breath
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass,