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| | [minstrels] The Glove and the Lions -- James Leigh Hunt |
 | | She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled; He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild: The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place, Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face. |
 | | There's a nice assessment of Hunt at http://www.lib.uiowa.edu/spec-coll/Bai/thompson.htm An excerpt: Finally, a major virtue of Hunt's poetry is its unpretentiousness, its freedom, as someone has said, from fustian. |
 | | Hunt's approval is based on his fundamental principle of poetic classes cited earlier -- that regardless of the order of imagination, poetry must "spring out of a real impulse" and if it is true to that impulse, no matter how humble, the result must be recognized for its value. |
| www.cs.rice.edu /~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/275.html (1077 words) |
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