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James Henry Leigh Hunt

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

Jenny Kissed Me


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.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Rookie Jed Huff (2/22/2014 12:57:00 AM)

    I believe it is a reflection of an older man who's heart was fond of a girl. And although time may have stole away his opportunities for all that supposedly makes one happy, (health and wealth) there's one good thing that happened that he does not want time to forget. Jenny kissed him. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Res John Burman (9/30/2012 4:30:00 AM)

    Oh dear, this reminds me of so many ladies, one or two of them called Jenny! This is the joy of poetry, when it grabs you, it is as though is was written by one's own sub-concious. Now if only I had Leigh Hunt's sweet facility with words.... Love this one! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sarah Fish (3/29/2005 1:43:00 PM)

    I love this poem; it is, I feel, a perfect example of how much pride and excitement one expresses at the simplest things when one is in love. It really made me smile, and it made my friend Jenny smile too! (Report) Reply

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