The Autobiography of Leigh Hunt, Volume 3

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Page 142 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No...
Page 311 - Examiner, but I find it is too long. J It was composed last year at Este : two of the characters you will recognize ; the third is also in some degree a painting from nature, but, with respect to time and place, ideal.
Page 212 - We thicken fields and bowers, And with what heaps of sweetness half stifle wanton May : Think of the mossy forests By the bee-birds haunted, And all those Amazonian plains, lone lying as enchanted ! Trees themselves are ours ; Fruits are born of flowers ; Peach and roughest nut were blossoms in the spring ; The lusty bee knows well The news, and comes pell-mell, And dances in the bloomy thicks with darksome antheming.
Page 21 - Temperament and early circumstances conspired to make him a reformer, at a time of life when few begin to think for themselves ; and it was his misfortune, as far as immediate reputation was concerned, that he was thrown upon society with a precipitancy and vehemence, which rather startled them with fear for themselves, than allowed them to become sensible of the love and zeal that impelled him. He was like a spirit that had darted out of its orb, and found itself in another world. I used to tell...
Page 205 - WE are the sweet Flowers, Born of sunny showers, Think, whene'er you see us, what our beauty saith : Utterance mute and bright Of some unknown delight, We fill the air with pleasure, by our simple breath : All who see us, love us ; We befit all places ; Unto sorrow we give smiles ; and unto graces, graces.
Page 316 - How much do I admire Boccaccio ! What descriptions of nature are those in his little introductions to every new day ! It is the morning of life stripped of that mist of familiarity which makes it obscure to us. Boccaccio seems to me to have possessed a deep sense of the fair ideal of human life, considered in its social relations. His more serious theories of love agree especially with mine. He often expresses things lightly too, which have serious meanings of a very beautiful kind. He is a moral...
Page 24 - At every turn, she made a little stand, And thrust among the thorns her lily hand To draw the rose, and every rose she drew She shook the stalk, and brush'd away the dew: Then party-colour'd flowers of white and red She wove, to make a garland for her head...
Page 24 - Yclothe'd was she, fresh for to devise : Her yellow hair was braided in a tress Behind her back, a yarde* * long I guess : And in the garden, at the sun uprist, She walketh up and down, where as her list ; She gathereth flowers, party white and red, To make a subtle garland for her head ; And as an angel heavenly she sung.
Page 317 - It would give me much pleasure to know Mr. Lloyd. Do you know, when I was in Cumberland, I got Southey to borrow a copy of Berkeley from him, and I remember observing some pencil notes in it, probably written by Lloyd, which I thought particularly acute. One, especially, struck me as being the assertion of a doctrine, of which even then I had long been persuaded, and on which I had founded much of my persuasions, as regarded the imagined cause of the universe—" Mind cannot create, it can only perceive.

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