We really cannot see what equanimity there is in jerking a lacerated carp out of the water by the jaws, merely because… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves. — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
A friend of ours, who is an admirer of Isaac Walton, was struck, just as we were, with the likeness of the… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
Anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime; yet it puts fellow-creatures to the torture. They pique themselves on their meditative faculties;… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
Fishes do not roar; they cannot express any sound of suffering; and therefore the angler chooses to think they do not suffer,… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list,… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks. — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,-- Such… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
If you are melancholy for the first time, you will find, upon a little inquiry, that others have been melancholy many times, and yet… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; that of the other,… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man. — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
The only place a new hat can be carried into with safety is a church, for there is plenty of room there. — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
