Leigh Hunt seems to have been a fellow worthy of memory whom posterity has largely forgotten - a force for positive change within the literary world of his day. 

 

JENNY KISSED ME
by James Henry Leigh Hunt
 

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.

 

 

. . . and from another all but forgotten poet:

 

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY

by Samuel Rogers

 

Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile

Tho shut so close thy laughing eyes,

Thy rosy lips still wear a smile

And move, and breathe delicious sighs!

 

Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks

And mantle oer her neck of snow:

Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks

What most I wishand fear to know!

 

She starts, she trembles, and she weeps!

Her fair hands folded on her breast:

And now, how like a saint she sleeps!

A seraph in the realms of rest!

 

Sleep on secure! Above controul

Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee:

And may the secret of thy soul

Remain within its sanctuary!