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For the qualities of sheer wit and humor, Swift had no superior, ancient or modern.

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Leigh Hunt
Age: 74 †
Born: 1784
Born: October 19
Died: 1859
Died: August 28
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Southgate
London
James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Beauty too often sacrifices to fashion. The spirit of fashion is not the beautiful, but the wilful not the graceful, but the fantastic not the superior in the abstract, but the superior in the worst of all concretes,-the vulgar.
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Poetry is the breath of beauty.
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Where the mouth is sweet and the eyes intelligent, there is always the look of beauty, with a right heart.
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If you become a Nun, dear, The bishop Love will be The Cupids every one, dear! Will chant-'We trust in thee!'
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To receive a present handsomely and in a right spirit, even when you have none to give in return, is to give one in return.
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Patience and gentleness is power.
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There is no greater mistake in the world than the looking upon every sort of nonsense as want of sense.
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With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks.
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A friend of ours, who is an admirer of Isaac Walton, was struck, just as we were, with the likeness of the old angler's face to a fish.
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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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O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
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The beautiful attracts the beautiful.
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Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.
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The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave.
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Write me as one who loves his fellow men.
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The groundwork of all happiness is health.
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Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples.
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Colors are the smiles of Nature. When they are extremely smiling, and break forth into other beauty besides, they are her laughs.
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Did you ever observe that immoderate laughter always ends in a sigh?
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