Poems begining by H
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Hope Is A Tattered Flag
© Carl Sandburg
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
Hymn XXXII. Lord, now the time returns,
© John Austin
Lord, now the time returns,
For weary man to rest;
He will Watch the Hawk
© Stephen Spender
He will watch the hawk with an indifferent eye
Or pitifully;
Nor on those eagles that so feared him, now
Will strain his brow;
Weapons men use, stone, sling and strong-thewed bow
He will not know.
High Summer
© Katharine Tynan
Pinks and syringa in the garden closes
And the sweet privet hedge and golden roses.
The pines hot in the sun, the drone of the bee;
They die in Flanders to keep these for me.
Happy Solitude--Unhappy Men
© William Cowper
My heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,
I taste thy goodness, and I love thee more.
Here In This spring
© Dylan Thomas
Here in this spring, stars float along the void;
Here in this ornamental winter
Down pelts the naked weather;
This summer buries a spring bird.
Hebe
© James Russell Lowell
I saw the twinkle of white feet,
I saw the flush of robes descending;
Before her ran an influence fleet,
That bowed my heart like barley bending.
Hymn XII: Come, Ye That Love the Lord
© Charles Wesley
Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
He made no promise
© Saigyo
He made no promise, yet
Wondering if he'll come, I wait,
In the early evening;
If only it would stay this way,
Remaining light…
Hollyhocks
© Edgar Albert Guest
Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
The morning-glories on the wall,
How They Brought Aid To Bryan's Station
© Madison Julius Cawein
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, Nicholas
Tomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook to
How A Girl Was Too Reckless Of Grammar
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
In one's language one conservative should be;
Speech is silver and it never should be free!
Hyperion, A Vision: Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem
© John Keats
"With such remorseless speed still come new woes,
That unbelief has not a space to breathe.
Saturn! sleep on: me thoughtless, why should I
Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude?
Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes?
Saturn! sleep on, while at thy feet I weep."
Humildemente...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
"Tu carroza sonora
apaga repentina
el breve movimiento,
cual si fuesen las calles
una juguetería
que se quedo sin cuerda.
Hadrians Villa
© Frances Anne Kemble
Let us stay here: nor ever more depart
From this sweet wilderness Nature and Art
Hans Breitmanns Christmas
© Charles Godfrey Leland
ID vas on Weihnachtsabend - Vot Ghristmas Efe dey call-
Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen tid rent de Musik Hall;
Ash de Breitmen und die vomen who vere in de Liederkranz
Vouldt blend deir souls in harmonie to have a bleasin tantz.
His Dog
© Edgar Albert Guest
Pete bristles when the doorbell rings.
Last night he didn't act the same.
Heaven Above, Heaven Below
© Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov
Night opens wide the burning Macrocosm,-
And heaven's hierarchies come into view
Lo, the spirit sings, and the elements dance
Interwoven with snaky locks of starlight.
Harvestwoman
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
But no, she's abstract, is a bird
Of sound in the air of air soaring,
And her soul sings unencumbered
Because the song's what makes her sing.
Heroes
© Edgar Albert Guest
There are different kinds of heroes, there are some you hear about.
They get their pictures printed, and their names the newsboys shout;
There are heroes known to glory that were not afraid to die
In the service of their country and to keep the flag on high;
There are brave men in the trenches, there are brave men on the sea,
But the silent, quiet heroes also prove their bravery.
