James Henry Leigh Hunt
James Henry Leigh Hunt Poems
- Abou Ben Adhem Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe ...
- Jenny Kissed Me Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from ...
- A Night-Rain In Summer Open the window, and let the air ...
- An Angel In The House How sweet it were, if without feeble ...
- The Nile It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, ...
- Death Death is a road our dearest friends have gone; Why ...
- The Glove And The Lions King Francis was a hearty king, and ...
James Henry Leigh Hunt, best known as Leigh Hunt, was an English critic, essayist, poet and writer.
Leigh Hunt was born at Southgate, London, where his parents had settled after leaving the USA. His father Isaac, a lawyer from Philadelphia, and his mother, Mary Shewell, a merchant's daughter and a devout Quaker, had been forced to come to Britain because of their loyalist sympathies during the American War of Independence. Hunt's father took holy orders and became a popular preacher, but he was unsuccessful in obtaining a permanent living. Hunt's father was then employed by James Brydges, 3rd Duke of Chandos as tutor to his nephew, James Henry Leigh (father ... more »
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Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said "I pray ...