James Henry Leigh Hunt

(19 October 1784 – 28 August 1859 / Southgate, London)

James Henry Leigh Hunt Poems

1. Rondeau 12/31/2002
2. To A Fish 12/31/2002
3. A Night-Rain In Summer 1/3/2003
4. On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From John Keats 12/31/2002
5. May And The Poets 1/3/2003
6. Robin Hood, A Child. 12/31/2002
7. Song Of Fairies Robbing An Orchard 12/31/2002
8. An Angel In The House 1/3/2003
9. A Thought Of The Nile 12/31/2002
10. The Nile 12/31/2002
11. The Glove And The Lions 12/31/2002
12. Jenny Kissed Me 1/13/2003
13. A Fish Answers 12/31/2002
14. Robin Hood's Flight 12/31/2002
15. A Thought Or Two On Reading Pomfret's 1/3/2003
16. Sudden Fine Weather 12/31/2002
17. The Negro Boy 12/31/2002
18. To The Grasshopper And The Cricket 12/31/2002
19. How Robin And His Outlaws Lived In The Woods 12/31/2002
20. To Robert Batty, M.D., On His Giving Me A Lock Of Milton's Hair 12/31/2002
21. Abou Ben Adhem 1/13/2003
22. Robin Hood, An Outlaw. 12/31/2002
23. Death 1/3/2003
24. Bellman's Verses For 1814 4/16/2010
25. On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats) 4/16/2010
26. The Field Of Battle 4/16/2010
27. The Olive Of Peace 4/16/2010
28. The Plate Of Gold 4/16/2010
29. To John Keats 4/16/2010
30. Walcheren Expedition 4/16/2010
31. Bacchus And Ariadne 5/6/2011
32. Ariadne Waking 5/8/2012
33. To A Child During Sickness 1/6/2015
Best Poem of James Henry Leigh Hunt

To A Fish

You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced,
Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea,
Gulping salt-water everlastingly,
Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced,
And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste;
And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be,--
Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry,
Legless, unloving, infamously chaste:--

O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights,
What is't ye do? What life lead? eh, dull goggles?
How do ye vary your vile days and nights?
How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles
In ...

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Jenny kiss'd 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 welth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.

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