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Fishes do not roar; they cannot express any sound of suffering; and therefore the angler chooses to think they do not suffer, more than it is convenient for him to fancy. Now it is a poor sport that depends for its existence on the want of a voice in the sufferer, and of imagination in the sportsman.
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Stolen sweets are always sweeter,Stolen kisses much completer,Stolen looks are nice in chapels,Stolen, stolen, be your apples.
Leigh Hunt
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The two divinest things this world has got,A lovely woman in a rural spot!
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If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating.
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There are two worlds: the world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imagination.
Leigh Hunt -
Oh for a seat in some poetic nook,Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!
Leigh Hunt -
That there is pain and evil, is no ruleThat I should make it greater, like a fool.
Leigh Hunt -
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream,And times and things, as in that vision, seemKeeping along it their eternal stands.
Leigh Hunt
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With spots of sunny openings, and with nooksTo lie and read in, sloping into brooks.
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The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing.
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Jenny kissed me when we met,Jumping from the chair she sat in;Time, you thief, who love to getSweets into your list, put that in.Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,Say that health and wealth have missed me;Say I'm growing old, but addJenny kissed me.
Leigh Hunt