Poems begining by H
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hilltop
© Brooker Bertram Richard
who is that on the hilltopdrawing into himself the erect new rosy shafts of early sun
How Polly Paid for her Keep
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme!You might as well ask if I know my own name!It's a wonder you never heard tell of old Sammy,Her father, my mate in the Crackenback claim.
History
© Blodgett E. D.
When we are old, our eyes will open wide and everything we knewwill exit through them, standing here and there, domestic order oftables, chairs and bed making room for what we are -- a rosethat passed between our hands will flower there, a place where wewere walking in a change of light, a star that we had shared when wewere far apart -- and we will gaze upon them, moving through our eyes
Herons step with care
© Blodgett E. D.
Herons step with care across the shore: they weaveinto the sand their bare calligraphy and leave.
Herrick's Julia
© Bevington Helen
Whenas in perfume Julia went,Then, then, how sweet was the intentOf that inexorable scent.
Heart Test with an Echo Chamber
© Margaret Atwood
Wired up at the ankles and one wrist,a wet probe rolling over my skin,I see my heart on a screenlike a rubber bulb or a soft fig, but larger,
Her I was and Her I Drank
© Anonymous
Her I was and her I drank.Far wyll dam and mykyll thank!Her I was and had gud cher,And her I drank wyll gud ber.
Hard Luck
© Anderson James
Last night I sat and watch'dBeside a comrade's bed--An' a' was still, within an' out,Save the watch-beat overhead;My thochts gaed back and fore,Frae now to "ould lang syne,"--Till a' resolved to this at last,"Was ever luck like mine?"
A voice then struck my ear--Sae weary an' sae wae--In words I couldna choose but hear,And "helpless," thrice did say;I mark'd the sufferer's face,Read pain in ilka line--A taunting spirit in me asked,"Was ever luck like thine?"
This touch'd me to the heart--I weaken'd richt awa--I couldna thole to see my caseCompared wi' his ava
Hymn XIII. [Book I]
© Alline Henry
I.Death reign'd with vigour since the Fall, And rides with fury still;Nor rich nor poor, nor great nor small, Can e'er resist his will.
Hymn XII. [Book III]
© Alline Henry
I.Lord I lay me down to rest,Let me lean upon thy breast;Watch my pillow while I sleep,Thou my soul and body keep.
Hymn VIII [Book I]
© Alline Henry
I.How vain the wretch that dares employHis mind in quest of sensual joy,And for an hour of carnal mirthChain down his soul to endless death!
Hymn Of Hippolytus To Artemis
© Robert Fuller Murray
Artemis! thou fairest
Of the maids that be
In divine Olympus,
Hail! Hail to thee!
Homer And Laertes
© Walter Savage Landor
Laertes: Gods help thee! and restore to thee thy sight!
My good old guest, I am more old than thou,
Yet have outlived by many years my son
Odysseus and the chaste Penelope.
Her Portrait
© Francis Thompson
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I hold
Of that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!
Henry And Emma. A Poem.
© Matthew Prior
Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending
© Emily Jane Brontë
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars,
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,
Man's spirit away from its drear dungeon sending,
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.
