The poetical works of Leigh Hunt Now finally collected, revised by himself, and edited by his son, Thornton Hunt. With illustrations by Corbould |
The poetical works of Leigh Hunt | ||
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I could not come to shed a man's rare tears
With those who honour'd, and who lov'd, thy play;
My heart said “yes,” but the sick room said “nay,”
And the good doctor with his earnest fears.
Yet I was with thee,—saw thine high compeers,
Wordsworth and Landor,—saw the piled array,
The many-visag'd heart, looking one way,
Come to drink beauteous truth at eyes and ears.
With those who honour'd, and who lov'd, thy play;
My heart said “yes,” but the sick room said “nay,”
And the good doctor with his earnest fears.
Yet I was with thee,—saw thine high compeers,
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The many-visag'd heart, looking one way,
Come to drink beauteous truth at eyes and ears.
Now said I to myself,—The scenes arise;
Now comes the sweet of name, whom great Love sunders
From love itself; now, now he gives the skies
The heart they gave (sweet thought 'gainst bitter wonders!)
And ever and aye, hands, stung with tear-thrilled eyes,
Snapping the silence, burst in crashing thunders.
Now comes the sweet of name, whom great Love sunders
From love itself; now, now he gives the skies
The heart they gave (sweet thought 'gainst bitter wonders!)
And ever and aye, hands, stung with tear-thrilled eyes,
Snapping the silence, burst in crashing thunders.
The poetical works of Leigh Hunt | ||