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    Captain Sword And Captain Pen: "It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old."
    Captain Sword And Captain Pen: "It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old."
    Captain Sword And Captain Pen: "It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old."
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    Captain Sword And Captain Pen: "It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old."

    By Leigh Hunt

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    Leigh Hunt was born in Southgate, London, where his parents had settled after leaving the United States. Educated at Christ's Hospital from 1791 to 1799 but a speech impediment, later cured, prevented his going to university. "For some time after I left school," he says, "I did nothing but visit my school-fellows, haunt the book-stalls and write verses." His first poems were published in 1801 under the title of Juvenilia, and introduced him into literary and theatrical society. He began to write for the newspapers, and published in 1807 a volume of theatre criticism, and a series of Classic Tales with critical essays on the authors. In 1809, Leigh Hunt married Marianne Kent and over the next 20 years they had ten children. Whilst Leigh Hunt was more properly categorized as a minor poet this is not faint praise as the times were particularly rich poets of bewildering talents: Shelley, Byron, Keats, Coleridge. Perhaps though his work as a publisher and editor gives a better context for his talents. Though he worked on many publications times were difficult and financial troubles were never far from his door. Shelley was particularly generous to him but after his death life was to become rather more difficult until in 1844 some comfort was given with an annuity of £120 from Mary Shelley and further relief came in 1847 from Lord John Russell who procured him a pension of £200. Such contributions enabled Leigh Hunt to continue to write and publish. Interestingly Leigh Hunt was the original of Harold Skimpole in Bleak House. "Dickens wrote in a letter of 25 September 1853, 'I suppose he is the most exact portrait that was ever painted in words! He died in Putney on 28 August 1859, and is buried at Kensal Green Cemetery. Here we publish Captain Sword And Captain Pen a superb example of Hunt’s longer works.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateJan 21, 2014
    ISBN9781783948789
    Captain Sword And Captain Pen: "It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old."

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      Captain Sword And Captain Pen - Leigh Hunt

      Captain Sword And Captain Pen by Leigh Hunt

      Leigh Hunt was born in Southgate, London, where his parents had settled after leaving the United States. Educated at Christ's Hospital from 1791 to 1799 but a speech impediment, later cured, prevented him going to university. For some time after I left school, he says, I did nothing but visit my school-fellows, haunt the book-stalls and write verses. His first poems were published in 1801 under the title of Juvenilia, and introduced him into literary and theatrical society.

      He began to write for the newspapers, and published in 1807 a volume of theatre criticism, and a series of Classic Tales with critical essays on the authors. In 1809, Leigh Hunt married Marianne Kent and over the next 20 years they had ten children. Whilst Leigh Hunt was more properly categorized as a minor poet this is not faint praise as the times were particularly rich poets of bewildering talents: Shelley, Byron, Keats, Coleridge. Perhaps though his work as a publisher and editor gives a better context for his talents. 

      Though he worked on many publications times were difficult and financial troubles were never far from his door.  Shelley was particularly generous to him but after his death life was to become rather more difficult until in 1844 some comfort was given with an annuity of £120 from Mary Shelley and further relief came in 1847 from Lord John Russell who procured him a pension of £200. Such contributions enabled Leigh Hunt to continue to write and publish. 

      Interestingly Leigh Hunt was the original of Harold Skimpole in Bleak House. "Dickens wrote in a letter of 25 September 1853, 'I suppose he is the most exact portrait that was ever painted in words!

      He died in Putney on 28 August 1859, and is buried at Kensal Green Cemetery. 

      Index Of Contents

      I.    HOW CAPTAIN SWORD MARCHED TO WAR.

      II.   HOW CAPTAIN SWORD WON A GREAT VICTORY.

      III.  OF THE BALL THAT WAS GIVEN TO CAPTAIN SWORD.

      IV.  ON WHAT TOOK PLACE ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE THE NIGHT AFTER THE VICTORY.

      V.   HOW CAPTAIN SWORD, IN CONSEQUENCE OF HIS GREAT VICTORIES, BECAME INFIRM IN HIS WITS.

      VI.  OF CAPTAIN PEN, AND HOW HE FOUGHT WITH CAPTAIN SWORD.

      POSTSCRIPT: CONTAINING SOME REMARKS ON WAR AND MILITARY STATESMEN

      ADVERTISEMENT.

      This Poem is the result of a sense of duty, which has taken the Author from quieter studies during a great public crisis. He obeyed the impulse

      with joy, because it took the shape of verse; but with more pain, on some accounts, than he chooses to express. However, he has done what he

      conceived himself bound to do; and if every zealous lover of his species

      were to express his feelings in like manner, to the best of his ability, individual opinions, little in themselves, would soon amount to an

      overwhelming authority, and hasten the day of reason and beneficence.

      The measure is regular with an irregular aspect, four accents in a verse, like that of Christabel, or some of the poems of Sir Walter Scott:

      Càptain Swòrd got ùp one dày

      And the flàg full of hònour, as thòugh it could feèl

      He mentions this, not, of course, for readers in general, but for the sake of those daily acceders to the list of the reading public, whose knowledge of books is not yet equal to their love of them.

      I.

      HOW CAPTAIN SWORD MARCHED TO WAR.

      Captain Sword got up one day,

      Over the hills to march away,

      Over the hills and through the towns,

      They heard him coming across the downs,

      Stepping in music and thunder sweet,

      Which his drums sent before him into the street.

      And lo! 'twas a beautiful sight in the sun;

      For first came his foot, all marching like one,

      With tranquil faces, and bristling steel,

      And the flag full of honour as though it could feel,

      And the officers gentle, the sword that hold

      'Gainst the shoulder heavy with trembling gold,

      And the massy tread, that in passing is heard,

      Though the drums and the music say never a word.

      And then came his horse, a clustering sound

      Of shapely potency, forward bound,

      Glossy black steeds, and riders tall,

      Rank after rank, each looking like all,

      Midst moving repose and a threatening charm,

      With mortal sharpness at each right arm,

      And hues that painters and ladies love,

      And ever the small flag

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