The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.
Leigh HuntA 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.
Leigh HuntThe perfection of conversational intercourse is when the breeding of high life is animated by the fervor of genius.
Leigh HuntThose who have lost an infant are never, as it were, without an infant child. Their other children grow up to manhood and womanhood, and suffer all the changes of mortality; but this one alone is rendered an immortal child; for death has arrested it with his kindly harshness, and blessed it into an eternal image of youth and innocence.
Leigh Hunt