Leigh Hunt Quotes

That man must be very much absorbed in reflection, or stupid, or sulky, or unhappy, or a mere hog at his trough, who is not moved to say something when he dines.

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.

I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.

‘No love,’ quoth he, ‘but vanity, sets love a task like that.’

Poetry, in the most comprehensive application of the term, I take to be the flower of any kind of experience, rooted in truth, and issuing forth into beauty.