Poems begining by H

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Himself

© Alice Guerin Crist

Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
Himself - come home again.

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Henry James in the Heart of the City

© Erica Jong

Nothing would surprise him.
The beast in the jungle was what he saw--
Edith Wharton's obfuscating older brother. . .

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Half Steps

© Billy John Hope

folly cracked the mirror
a soul gasping wound
voodoo induced vertigo
psychedelic blackouts

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How Beauty Contrived To Get Square With The Beast

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

Miss Guinevere Platt

Was so beautiful that

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Hymn To Diana

© Benjamin Jonson

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair,
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

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Help In Adversity

© Jeremy Taylor

Friends are to friends as lesser gods, while they
Honour and service to each other pay:
But when a dark cloud comes, grudge not to lend
Thy head, thy heart, thy fortune to thy friend

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Horace, Lib. I, Epist. IX, Imitated

© Matthew Prior

From this wild fancy, sir, there may proceed
One wilder yet, which I foresee, and dread;
That I, in fact, a real interest have,
Which to my own advantage I would save,
And, with the usual courtier's trick, intend
To serve myself, forgetful of my friend.

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Hymn For The Class-Meeting

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THOU Gracious Power, whose mercy lends
The light of home, the smile of friends,
Our gathered flock thine arms infold
As in the peaceful days of old.

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Hohenlinden

© Thomas Campbell

1 On Linden, when the sun was low,
2 All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
3 And dark as winter was the flow
4 Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

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Hospitality

© Confucius

A few gourd leaves that waved about
  Cut down and boiled;--the feast how spare!
  But the good host his spirits takes,
  Pours out a cup, and proves them rare.

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Hope Shines

© Paul Verlaine

Hope shines-as in a stable a wisp of straw.
Fear not the wasp drunk with his crazy flight!
Through some chink always, see, the moted light!
Propped on your hand, you dozed-But let me draw

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Hubbard And Pelletier

© Edgar Albert Guest

Elbert Hubbard of East Aurora was the guest of E. LeRoy Pelletier at luncheon Wednesday.—From the news column.


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He and She

© William Schwenck Gilbert

[HE.]  I know a youth who loves a little maid -

(Hey, but his face is a sight for to see!)

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How It's Done

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Bold-faced ranger

(Perfect stranger)

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Hymn of the Dying Man

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

1.

Sole Rishi! Pushan! glorious Yama!

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Her Vivien Eyes

© Madison Julius Cawein

Her Vivien eyes,--beware! beware!--

  Though they be stars, a deadly snare

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Hospital Duties

© Anonymous

Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,

 Turn the key on your jewels today,

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Horace, Lib. I, Epist. IX, Imitated. To The Right Honourable Mr. Harley

© Matthew Prior

  From this wild fancy, sir, there may proceed
  One wilder yet, which I foresee, and dread;
  That I, in fact, a real interest have,
  Which to my own advantage I would save,
  And, with the usual courtier's trick, intend
  To serve myself, forgetful of my friend.

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Her Prayer

© Madison Julius Cawein

She kneels with haggard eyes and hair
  Unto the Christ upon the Cross:
  Her gown is torn; her feet are bare.

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Howard At Atlanta

© John Greenleaf Whittier

RIGHT in the track where Sherman
Ploughed his red furrow,
Out of the narrow cabin,
Up from the cellar's burrow,