Leigh Hunt Quotes
Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.
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.
Your second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures he dispenses.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples.
There are two worlds: The world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.
Whatever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves... how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.
Where the mouth is sweet and the eyes intelligent, there is always the look of beauty, with a right heart.
When moral courage feels that it is in the right, there is no personal daring of which it is incapable.
If you become a Nun, dear, The bishop Love will be; The Cupids every one, dear! Will chant-'We trust in thee!'
To receive a present handsomely and in a right spirit, even when you have none to give in return, is to give one in return.
The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing.
If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating.
"Books ... books, ..." he exclaims. It is those that teach us to refine on our pleasures when young, and which, having so taught us, enable us to recall them with satisfaction when old.
Night's deepest gloom is but a calm; that soothes the weary mind: The labored days restoring balm; the comfort of mankind.
Part of our good consists in the endeavor to do sorrows away, and in the power to sustain them when the endeavor fails,--to bear them nobly, and thus help others to bear them as well.
The only place a new hat can be carried into with safety is a church, for there is plenty of room there.
May exalting and humanizing thoughts forever accompany me, making me confident without pride, and modest without servility.
The more sensible a woman is, supposing her not to be masculine, the more attractive she is in her proportionate power to entertain.
If you are melancholy for the first time, you will find, upon a little inquiry, that others have been melancholy many times, and yet are cheerful now.
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; that of the other, like enlarging monsters with a microscope.
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.
Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.
We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,-- Such our breath and blueness is.
Wit is the clash and reconcilement of incongruities; the meeting of extremes round a corner.
Colors are the smiles of Nature. When they are extremely smiling, and break forth into other beauty besides, they are her laughs.
Little eyes must be good-tempered or they are ruined. They have no other resource. But this will beautify them enough. They are made for laughing, and, should do their duty.
