The poetical works of Leigh Hunt Now finally collected, revised by himself, and edited by his son, Thornton Hunt. With illustrations by Corbould |
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TO THE SAME.
DURING THE SAME PERIOD, AUGUST, 1814.
[They tell me, when my tongue grows warm on thee]
They tell me, when my tongue grows warm on thee,
Dear gentle hill, with tresses green and bright,
That thou art wanting in the finishing sight
Freshest of all for summer eyes to see;—
That whatsoe'er thy charm of tower and tree,
Of dell wrapp'd in, or airy-viewing height,
No water looks from out thy face with light,
Or waits upon thy walks refreshfully.
Dear gentle hill, with tresses green and bright,
That thou art wanting in the finishing sight
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That whatsoe'er thy charm of tower and tree,
Of dell wrapp'd in, or airy-viewing height,
No water looks from out thy face with light,
Or waits upon thy walks refreshfully.
It may be so, despite of pond or brook:—
Yet not to me so full of all that's fair.
Though frail-embower'd, with fingering sun between,
Were the divinest fount in Fancy's nook,
In which the nymphs sit tying up their hair,
Their white backs glistening through the myrtles green.
Yet not to me so full of all that's fair.
Though frail-embower'd, with fingering sun between,
Were the divinest fount in Fancy's nook,
In which the nymphs sit tying up their hair,
Their white backs glistening through the myrtles green.
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