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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“Why, how now, Sir Grey? methinks you grow young:
How soon are your own wedding bells to be rung?
You stare on my daughter, like one elf-struck.”
How soon are your own wedding bells to be rung?
You stare on my daughter, like one elf-struck.”
| The poetical works of Leigh Hunt | |