Poems begining by H
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His Lady Of The Sonnets IX
© Robert Norwood
Gods of the patient, vain endeavour, these
Claimed me and called me fellow, comrade, friend,
And bade me join in their brave litanies;
Because, though I had failed you, I dared bend
Before you without hope of one reward,
Save that in loving you my soul still soared.
Her Final Role
© Hilaire Belloc
This man's desire; that other's hopeless end;
A third's capricious tyrant: and my friend.
Horace I, 4.
© Eugene Field
'Tis spring! the boats bound to the sea;
The breezes, loitering kindly over
The fields, again bring herds and men
The grateful cheer of honeyed clover.
His Lady Of The Sonnets XXVIII
© Robert Norwood
Accept the challenge of the royal hills,
And dare adventure as we always dared!
Life with red wine his golden chalice fills,
And bids us drink to all who forward fared
Those lost, white armies of the host of dream;
Those dauntless, singing pilgrims of the Gleam!
Hell On The Wabash
© Carl Sandburg
When country fiddlers held a convention in
Danville, the big money went to a barn dance
How A Princess Was Wooed From Habitual Sadness
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
In days of old the King of Saxe
Had singular opinions,
Hard Knocks
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'm not the man to say that failure's sweet,
Nor tell a chap to laugh when things go wrong;
He Needed Not
© George MacDonald
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,
And sermons of the silent stone;
To read in brooks the print so clear
Of motion, shadowy light, and tone-
That man hath neither eye nor ear
Who careth not for human moan.
Hunger
© Gamaliel Bradford
I love to wander widely, but I understand a cell,
Where you tell and tell your beads because you've
nothing else to tell,
Where the crimson joy of flesh, with all its wild
fantastic tricks,
Is forgotten in the blinding glory of the crucifix.
Heraclitus
© William Johnson Cory
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
"Here have I learnt the little that I know"
© Alfred Austin
Here have I learnt the little that I know,
Here where in these untutored woodland ways
How does Love speak?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye -
The smile that proves the parent of a sigh:
Thus doth Love speak.
Homecoming by Keith Althaus: American Life in Poetry #65 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Visiting a familiar and once dear place after a long absence can knock the words right out of us, and in this poem, Keith Althaus of Massachusetts observes this happening to someone else. I like the way he suggests, at the end, that it may take days before that silence heals over.
Homecoming
Hymn For The Dedication Of Memorial Hall At Cambridge, June 23, 1874
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHERE, girt around by savage foes,
Our nurturing Mother's shelter rose,
Behold, the lofty temple stands,
Reared by her children's grateful hands!
Here Lies The Blithe Spring
© Thomas Dekker
HERE lies the blithe Spring,
Who first taught birds to sing,
How Great My Grief
© Thomas Hardy
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
Haunted In Old Japan
© Alfred Noyes
I
Music of the star-shine shimmering oer the sea
Mirror me no longer in the dusk of memory:
Dim and white the rose-leaves drift along the shore
Wind among the roses, blow no more!
Huerta
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Por débil y pequeña,
oh flor de paraíso,
cabías en el vértice
del corazón en fiesta que te quiso.
How Deacon Fry Bought A "Duchess."
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round,
For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutches
