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Homecoming

© Friedrich Hölderlin

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It is still bright night in the Alps, and a cloud,

Here and There

© Francis William Bourdillon

Soft benediction of September sun;
Voices of children, laughing as they run;
Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies;
And over all the blue embracing skies.

Harmonie du soir (Evening Harmony)

© Charles Baudelaire

Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!

Her Coming

© George Chapman

See where she issues in her beauty's pomp,

As Flora to salute the morning sun;

Hymn VII. Messiah! at thy glad approach

© John Logan

Messiah! at thy glad approach
The howling winds are still!
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.

Hymn To Mercury

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF HOMER.
I.
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove,
The Herald-child, king of Arcadia

Once when I was shedding bitter tears, when, dissolved in pain, my hope was melting away, and I stood alone by the barren mound which in its narrow dark bosom hid the vanished form of my life - lonely as never yet was lonely man, driven by anxiety unspeakable - powerless, and no longer anything but a conscious misery

Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book II

© Thomas Parnell

When rosy-finger'd Morn had ting'd the Clouds,
Around their Monarch-Mouse the Nation crouds,
Slow rose the Monarch, heav'd his anxious Breast,
And thus, the Council fill'd with Rage, addrest.

Hunting Song

© Robert Bloomfield

Ye darksome Woods where Echo dwells,
Where every bud with freedom swells
To meet the glorious day:
The morning breaks; again rejoice;
And with old Ringwood's well-known voice
Bid tuneful Echo play.

Hints Of Spring

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

A SOFTENING of the misty heaven,
A subtle murmur in the air;
The electric flash through coverts old
Of many a shy wing, touched with gold;

How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea

© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

How tuneful is the voice of sea,
What true accord in ocean's murmur,
And in the reed's light, rhythmic tremour
What tender musicality!

Hombre Pequeñito

© Alfonsina Storni

Hombre pequeñito, hombre pequeñito,
suelta a tu canario que quiere volar
Yo soy el canario, hombre pequeñito,
déjame saltar.

Hame

© George MacDonald

The warl it's dottit wi' hames
As thick as gowans o' the green,
Aye bonnier ilk ane nor the lave
To him wha there opent his een.

Hemingway Never Did This

now I don't think this 3-pager was immortal
but there were some crazy wild lines,
now gone forever.
it bothers more than a touch, it's some-
thing like knocking over a good bottle of
wine.

Hymn To The Grace

When I love, as some have told

Love I shall, when I am old,

Hymne aux Suisses de Chateauvieux

Salut, divin Triomphe! entre dans nos murailles!

Rends-nous ces guerriers illustrés

Hampton Beach

Ononwe tread with loose-flung rein
Our seaward way,
Through dark-green fields and blossoming grain,
Where the wild brier-rose skirts the lane,
And bends above our heads the flowering locust spray.