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“Blessed be Jehovah, who daily carries the load for us,
The true God of our salvation.
Selah.
The true God is for us a God of saving acts;
And to Jehovah the Sovereign Lord belong the ways out from death.”—Ps. 68:19, 20.

Hamlet (excerpts): To be or not to be, that is the question

© William Shakespeare

To be or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous Fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troublesAnd by opposing end them

Hanged by the Neck

© Scott Francis Reginald

When a man is to be hangedThe professionals order themselvesIn ritual rank

His Mother's Service to Our Lady

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Lady of Heaven and earth, and therewithalCrowned Empress of the nether clefts of Hell,I, thy poor Christian, on thy name do call,Commending me to thee, with thee to dwell,Albeit in nought I be commendable

Have You Ever Faked an Orgasm?

© Peacock Molly

When you get nervous, it's so hard not to.When you're expected to come in somethingother than your ordinary way, totake pleasure in the new way, lost, not knowing

Hélène

© John Payne

When you're grown old and sit before the fire at night,Devising, as you spin by candle-shine, you'll singThe rhymes I made of old and "Ronsard", marvelling

Holocaust

© Ostriker Alicia

And about burning people---They were never wrong, the oldOld masters,

Hush-a-by Baby

© Mother Goose

Hush-a-by BabyOn the tree top,When the wind blowsThe cradle will rock;When the bough breaksThe cradle will fall,Down tumbles baby,Cradle, and all.

High Diddle, Diddle

© Mother Goose

High diddle, diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jump'd over the moon;The little dog laugh'dTo see such craft,And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Home Again Home Again

© Moritz Albert Frank

Your parents had reached a long slow time,as animals do, the great center of their lives,when they gleam in their fells as though eternally,unchanging

High Flight

© John Gillespie Magee

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirthof sun-split clouds, -- and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and swungHigh in the sunlit silence

Horatius

© Macaulay Thomas Babington

A LAY MADE ABOUT THE YEAR OF THE CITY CCCLX.

Human Cylinders

© Mina Loy

How they Brought the News to a Gent

© Linton William James

Bob Browning and Timothy Titcombe and MeHad to take him the news: I was boss of the three,For I strode a donkey, they stump'd

Hymn to the Winds

© Andrew Lang

To you, troop so fleet,That with winged wandering feet, Through the wide world pass,And with soft murmuringToss the green shades of spring In woods and grass,Lily and violetI give, and blossoms wet, Roses and dew;This branch of blushing roses

Haenyo Song: Harvest

We cull the island's most spectacular fields.

How the Camel Got his Hump

The Camel's hump is an ugly lump Which well you may see at the Zoo;But uglier yet is the hump we get From having too little to do.

Hope

Hanmer Woods

© Hyde Robin

Autumn will walk there, with a breath of stardust,With the burnt brown fronds of bracken in her hair;Autumn will come with the frost on briar berries,And clean blue mornings, and smoke-hazed air.