Leigh Hunt
Leigh Hunt
James Henry Leigh Hunt, best known as Leigh Hunt, was an English critic, essayist, poet, and writer...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 October 1784
cat comfort
Cats at firesides live luxuriously and are the picture of comfort.
pain pleasure exquisite
A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
tears lasts produce
Some tears belong to us because we are unfortunate; others, because we are humane; many, because we are mortal. But most are caused by our being unwise. It is these last only that of necessity produce more.
lying sunny spots
With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.
fire tangible mystery
The most tangible of all visible mysteries - fire.
attractive masculine sensible
The more sensible a woman is, supposing her not to be masculine, the more attractive she is in her proportionate power to entertain.
dwelling perfect touching
Table talk, to be perfect, should be sincere without bigotry, differing without discord, sometimes grave, always agreeable, touching on deep points, dwelling most on seasonable ones, and letting everybody speak and be heard.
mirth melancholy disguise
Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.
dream sleep crowns
We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know.
beauty beautiful medicine
There is scarcely a single joy or sorrow within the experience of our fellow-creatures which we have not tasted; yet the belief, in the good and beautiful has never forsaken us. It has been medicine to us in sickness, richness in poverty, and the best part of all that ever delighted us in health and success.
perfect solitude want
I am persuaded there is no such thing after all as a perfect enjoyment of solitude; for the more delicious the solitude the more one wants a companion.
christmas too-much glorious
Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.
summer sweet morning
The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and the sweet season of hay; and people will cross the fields, reading or walking with one another; and instead of the rain that soaks death into the heart of green things, will be the rain which they drink with delight; and there will be sleep on the grass at midday, and early rising in the morning, and long moonlight evenings.
affection melancholy trifles
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.