Poems begining by H
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Hercule
© André Marie de Chénier
Oeta, mont ennobli par cette nuit ardente,
Quand l'infidèle époux d'une épouse imprudente
Hymns From The French Of Lamartine
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
"Encore un hymne, O ma lyre
Un hymn pour le Seigneur,
Un hymne dans mon delire,
Un hymne dans mon bonheur."
How the Melbourne Cup was Won
© Henry Kendall
In the beams of a beautiful day,
Made soft by a breeze from the sea,
Hymn Sung At A Sacred Concert At Columbia, S.C.
© Henry Timrod
Faint falls the gentle voice of prayer
In the wild sounds that fill the air,
Yet, Lord, we know that voice is heard,
Not less than if Thy throne it stirred.
Hush!
© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
Oh, hush thee, Earth! Fold thou thy weary palms!
The sunset glory fadeth in the west;
Homage To Sextus Propertius - XI
© Ezra Pound
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The harsh acts of your levity!
Many and many.
I am hung here, a scare-crow for lovers.
Hymn For The Celebration At The Laying Of The Cornerstone Of Harvard Memorial Hall, Cambridge, Octob
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
NOT with the anguish of hearts that are breaking
Come we as mourners to weep for our dead;
Grief in our breasts has grown weary of aching,
Green is the turf where our tears we have shed.
Hope
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Parody on Lord Strangford's "Just like Love."
JUST like Hope is yonder bow,
Hope Triumphant in Death
© Thomas Campbell
Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn -
When soul to soul, and dust to dust return,
How Long Wilt Thou Love Me?
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
How long wilt thou love me, O my love?
"As long as life may be."
Hymn To Aphrodite
© Sappho
Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite!
Child of Zeus, Enchantress, I implore thee
History
© William Watson
Here, peradventure, in this mirror glassed,
Who gazes long and well at times beholds
"Hic Vir, Hic Est"
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Often, when o'er tree and turret,
Eve a dying radiance flings,
By that ancient pile I linger
Known familiarly as "King's."
Had I A Golden Pound (After The Irish)
© Francis Ledwidge
Had I a golden pound to spend,
My love should mend and sew no more.
And I would buy her a little quern,
Easy to turn on the kitchen floor.
Habeas Corpus
© Helen Hunt Jackson
* (Unfinished here.)
Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art;
I shall be free when thou art through.
Take all there is - take hand and heart;
There must be somewhere work to do.
His Bit
© Katharine Lee Bates
GALLANTLY swung the old carpenter up to his door,
Drums and fifes in his tread,
Herrenston
© William Barnes
Zoo then the leädy an' the squier,
At Chris'mas, gather'd girt an' small,
Hark The Thundring Drums Inviting
© Thomas Parnell
Hark the thundring Drums inviting
All our forward youth to arms
