James Henry Leigh Hunt

(19 October 1784 – 28 August 1859 / Southgate, London)

James Henry Leigh Hunt Poems

1. Walcheren Expedition 4/16/2010
2. To A Child During Sickness 1/6/2015
3. To John Keats 4/16/2010
4. The Plate Of Gold 4/16/2010
5. To Robert Batty, M.D., On His Giving Me A Lock Of Milton's Hair 12/31/2002
6. The Olive Of Peace 4/16/2010
7. Ariadne Waking 5/8/2012
8. To The Grasshopper And The Cricket 12/31/2002
9. To A Fish 12/31/2002
10. On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats) 4/16/2010
11. Bacchus And Ariadne 5/6/2011
12. Bellman's Verses For 1814 4/16/2010
13. The Field Of Battle 4/16/2010
14. Sudden Fine Weather 12/31/2002
15. Robin Hood's Flight 12/31/2002
16. A Thought Or Two On Reading Pomfret's 1/3/2003
17. The Negro Boy 12/31/2002
18. How Robin And His Outlaws Lived In The Woods 12/31/2002
19. On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From John Keats 12/31/2002
20. Song Of Fairies Robbing An Orchard 12/31/2002
21. The Glove And The Lions 12/31/2002
22. May And The Poets 1/3/2003
23. A Thought Of The Nile 12/31/2002
24. Robin Hood, A Child. 12/31/2002
25. Rondeau 12/31/2002
26. A Fish Answers 12/31/2002
27. Death 1/3/2003
28. Robin Hood, An Outlaw. 12/31/2002
29. The Nile 12/31/2002
30. An Angel In The House 1/3/2003
31. A Night-Rain In Summer 1/3/2003
32. Jenny Kissed Me 1/13/2003
33. Abou Ben Adhem 1/13/2003

Comments about James Henry Leigh Hunt

  • Carol Linden (8/24/2013 9:31:00 AM)

    My step-father Tom Austin related a lovely memory about this poem. He was raised in a small Alabama mining town in the 1920's. His father died young, when Tom was a mere boy. One of his vivid memories of his father is miners gathered around the wood stove in a country store and listening to his father recite Abou Ben Adhem from memory. Tom could remember only the first two lines, but he never forgot the image of that scene, one of his few memories of his father. I can imagine small towns throughout America, perhaps the Scotch-Irish South in particuar, and even the Brisith Ises with similar scenes of poems being enjoyed through the oral tradition.

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  • Mike Fine (10/10/2009 3:34:00 PM)

    I read the poem 'Abou Ben Adhem 65 years ago and found it to be the greatest..........Always felt it was written for and about me.....Mike Fine

  • Kerry Bartake (6/28/2009 3:55:00 PM)

    I find the poem, 'The Glove and the Lions', very amusing because human nature never really changes through the centuries. Here we have the arrogant, beautiful woman who is all wrapped up in herself and, refreshingly, we have the sensible hero who discerns that his girlfriend has serious flaws. We can all relate to this! Remember the song from about ten years ago, 'She ain't pretty, she just looks that way! '

  • Paul Metz (5/7/2006 10:40:00 AM)

    Spent 15 minutes trying to get to the text of Abou Ben Adam on your site. You should hire a better computer nerd of maybe the CIA to make life easier to download a poem.

    Paul Metz, MD

    P.S. I did not succeed..

Best Poem of James Henry Leigh Hunt

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 ...

Read the full of Abou Ben Adhem

Robin Hood, A Child.

It was the pleasant season yet,
When the stones at cottage doors
Dry quickly, while the roads are wet,
After the silver showers.

The green leaves they looked greener still,
And the thrush, renewing his tune,
Shook a loud note from his gladsome bill
Into the bright blue noon.

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