Poems begining by H

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Her Vesper Song

© Madison Julius Cawein

The _Summer_ lightning comes and goes
  In one pale cloud above the hill,
  As if within its soft repose
  A burning heart were never still--
  As in my bosom pulses beat
  Before the coming of his feet.

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Holy Sonnet XV: Wilt Thou Love God

© John Donne

Wilt thou love God, as he thee? then digest,

My Soul, this wholesome meditation,

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Hymn I

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O THOU, whose presence went before
Our fathers in their weary way,
As with Thy chosen moved of yore
The fire by night, the cloud by day!

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He Earned His Way

© Edgar Albert Guest

rose unto the bights of fame

And with the great men stood,

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Hernani

© George Meredith

Cistercians might crack their sides
With laughter, and exemption get,
At sight of heroes clasping brides,
And hearing--O the horn! the horn!
The horn of their obstructive debt!

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Halte En Marchant

© Victor Marie Hugo

Une brume couvrait l'horizon ; maintenant,

Voici le clair midi qui surgit rayonnant ;

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Her Eyes

© Madison Julius Cawein

In her dark eyes dreams poetize;
  The soul sits lost in love:
  There is no thing in all the skies,
  To gladden all the world I prize,
  Like the deep love in her dark eyes,
  Or one sweet dream thereof.

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Happiness

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

My sailing boat, crafted of redwood, is swift,

My flute is carved out of jasper.

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Here They Trysted, And Here They Strayed

© William Ernest Henley

Here they trysted, here they strayed,

In the leafage dewy and boon,

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Hymn After The Emancipation Proclamation

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

GIVER of all that crowns our days,
With grateful hearts we sing thy praise;
Through deep and desert led by Thee,
Our promised land at last we see.

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History Teaches

© Edgar Albert Guest

CAESAR did a few things,

Horace wrote in style,

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Homer's Hymn To Minerva

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes,
Athenian Pallas! tameless, chaste, and wise,
Tritogenia, town-preserving Maid,
Revered and mighty; from his awful head

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He found my Being—set it up

© Emily Dickinson

He found my Being—set it up—
Adjusted it to place—
Then carved his name—upon it—
And bade it to the East

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Hymn II. Wake my Soul, rise from this Bed

© John Austin

Wake my Soul, rise from this Bed

Of dull and sluggish earth:

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Hymm To The Winds

© Joachim du Bellay

To you, troop so fleet,

That with winged wandering feet,

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Hamlet

© Boris Pasternak

The murmurs ebb; onto the stage I enter.
I am trying, standing in the door,
To discover in the distant echoes
What the coming years may hold in store.

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Hymn For The Fair At Chicago

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

O GOD! in danger's darkest hour,
In battle's deadliest field,
Thy name has been our Nation's tower,
Thy truth her help and shield.

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Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—

© Emily Dickinson

"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me—
"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!
Mansions cannot let the tears in,
Mansions must exclude the storm!

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Habakkuk

© Thomas Parnell

Here terrour leaves me with exalted head,
I breath fine air, and find the vision fled,
The Seer withdrawn, inspir'd, and urg'd to write,
By the warm influence of the sacred sight.

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Hymn To Venus And Cupid

© Robert Herrick

Sea-born goddess, let me be

By thy son thus graced, and thee,