Zitate von James Henry Leigh Hunt
Laughter is one of the very privileges of reason, being confined to the human species.
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Schriftsteller, Essayist, Kritiker (England, 1784 - 1859).
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James Henry Leigh Hunt wäre heute 240 Jahre, 0 Monate, 22 Tage oder 87.680 Tage alt.
Geboren am 19.10.1784 in Southgate (London)
Gestorben am 28.08.1859 in Putney (London)
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Die gleichen Leute, die anderen alles versagen können, verweigern sich selbst nichts.
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Es gibt zwei Welten: Die Welt, die wir mit dem Lineal messen können, und die Welt, die wir mit unserem Herzen und unserer Phantasie empfinden.
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Farben sind das Lächeln der Natur.
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. . . I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
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'By God!' said Francis, 'rightly done!' and he rose from where he sat: 'No love,' quoth he, 'but vanity, sets love a task like that.'
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A mere gossiping entertainment: a few child's squalls, a few mumbled amens, and a few mumbled cakes, and a few smirks accompanied by a few fees.
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A playful moderation in politics is just as absurd as a remonstrative whisper to a mob.
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A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
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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.'
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And all the scene, in short-sky, earth, and sea, Breathes like a bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly. 'Tis nature, full of spirits, waked and springing: - The birds to the delicious timeare singing, Darting with freaks and snatches up and down, Where the light woods go seaward from the town.
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Anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime; yet it puts fellow-creatures to he torture. They pique themselves on their meditative faculties; and yet the only excuse is a want of thought.
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His forehead was prodigious-a great piece of placid marble; and his fine eyes, in which all the activity of his mind seemed to concentrate, moved under it with a sprightly ease, as if it was pastime to them to carry all that thought.
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It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well nestled in bed, and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past..
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It is the entire man that writes and thinks, and not merely the head. His leg has often as much to do with it as his head-the state of his calves, his vitals and his nerves.
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Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets 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 add, Jenny kissed me.
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Laughter is one of the very privileges of reason, being confined to the human species.
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Money as money is nothing.
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Never lay yourself open to what is called conviction: you might as well open your waist-coat to receive a knock-down blow.
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Occupation is the necessary basis of all enjoyment.
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Poetry, in the most comprehensive application of the term, I take to be the flower of any kind of experience, rooted in truth, and issuing forth into beauty.