“Say I’m weary, say I’m sad, / Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,” writes Leigh Hunt (1784–1859) — “Say I’m growing old, but add, / Jenny kiss’d me.”
It would be hard to find something sweeter than what we have for Today’s Poem: Hunt’s 1838 “Jenny Kiss’d Me.”
Hunt was a minor…
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