Poems begining by H
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Hawk And Buckle
© Robert Graves
Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle,
And what of Master Straddler this hot summer weather?
He's along in the tap-room with broad cheeks a-chuckle,
And ten bold companions all drinking together.
Hide Me In Your Heart
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Hide me in your heart, Love,
None but we can know
How with every heart--beat
Love could grow and grow
Hymn - He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower
© Sarah Flower Adams
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done!
Hame, Hame, Hame
© Allan Cunningham
When the flower is i' the bud and the leaf is on the tree,
The larks shall sing me hame in my ain countree;
Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be--
O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!
Hopping Frog, Hop Here And Be Seen
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Hopping frog, hop here and be seen,
I'll not pelt you with stick or stone:
Humanity
© Charles Harpur
I dreamed I was a sculptor, and had wrought
Out of a towering adamantine crag
Herve Riel
© Robert Browning
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety two,
Did the English fight the French,--woe to France!
And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter thro' the blue.
Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue,
Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Rance,
With the English fleet in view.
Henry Howard Brownell
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
They never crowned him, never dreamed his worth,
And let him go unlaurelled to the grave:
His Monument
© Sarah Knowles Bolton
He built a house, time laid it in the dust;
He wrote a book, its title now forgot;
He ruled a city, but his name is not
On any tablet graven, or where rust
Can gather from disuse, or marble bust.
Homecoming
© Paul Celan
Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.
Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto III
© Samuel Butler
Quoth RALPHO, Truly that is no
Hard matter for a man to do,
That has but any guts in 's brains,
And cou'd believe it worth his pains;
But since you dare and urge me to it,
You'll find I've light enough to do it.
Hope Is Like A Harebell Trembling From Its Birth
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;
Home-Sick
© Ada Cambridge
O time, great Healer! canst thou still
The crying hearts that feel the knife?
Hymn - Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery
© Henry Timrod
Whose was the hand that painted thee, O Death!
In the false aspect of a ruthless foe,
Despair and sorrow waiting on thy breath -
O gentle Power! who could have wronged thee so?
Hymn XXX: Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin?
© Charles Wesley
Where shall my wondering soul begin?
How shall I all to heaven aspire?
A slave redeemed from death and sin,
A brand plucked from eternal fire,
How shall I equal triumphs raise,
Or sing my great Deliverer's praise?
hum bhi khud dushman-e jaaN
© Ahmad Faraz
hum bhi khud dushman-e jaaN thay pehle
tum magar dost kahaN thay pehle
Hymn From A Watermelon Pavilion
© Wallace Stevens
You dweller in the dark cabin,
To whom the watermelon is always purple,
Whose garden is wind and moon,
