“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.”
Quote by Leigh Hunt
Work
The poetical works of Leigh Hunt, revised by himself and ed. with an intr. by S.A. Lee
The volume presents a curated selection of Leigh Hunt's poetry, with the author himself overseeing the revisions. Accompanying the poems is an introduction written by S.A. Lee, providing context and insight into Hunt's work. more
