Poems begining by H
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Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners
© John Donne
At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
Haymaking
© Edward Thomas
Aftear night’s thunder far away had rolled
The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold,
He parts Himselflike Leaves
© Emily Dickinson
He parts Himselflike Leaves
And thenHe closes up
Then stands upon the Bonnet
Of Any Buttercup
Happiness (Reconsidered)
© Judith Viorst
Happiness
Is a clean bill of health from the doctor,
And the kids shouldn't move back home for
more than a year,
And not being audited, overdrawn, in Wilkes-Barre,
in a lawsuit or in traction.
Hymn XI: God, the Offended God Most High
© Charles Wesley
God, the offended God most high,
Ambassadors to rebels sends;
His messengers his place supply,
And Jesus begs us to be friends.
His Philosophy
© Edgar Albert Guest
JIM had a quaint philosophy,
"It ain't fer you, it's jes' fer me,"
Hot Sun, Cool Fire
© George Peele
Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.
Hymn to the Comb-Over
© Wesley McNair
How the thickest of them erupt just
above the ear, cresting in waves so stiff
Hope, Like The Short-lived Ray That Gleams Awhile
© William Cowper
Hope, like the short-lived ray that gleams awhile
Through wintry skies, upon the frozen waste,
Cheers e'en the face of misery to a smile;
But soon the momentary pleasure's past.
"How dark, how quiet sleeps the vale below!"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
How dark, how quiet sleeps the vale below!
In the dim farms, look, not a window shines:
Distantly heard among the lonely pines,
How soft the languid autumn breezes flow
Hope Beyond The Grave
© James Beattie
'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;
I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you;
For morn is approaching, your charms to restore,
Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew:
Hard Work
© Roddy Lumsden
Tricky work sometimes not to smell yourself,
ferment being constant—constant as carnival sweat
(a non-stock phrase I palmed from a girl from Canada,
a land where I once saw this graffiti: life is great).
Hedgehog
© Paul Muldoon
The snail moves like a
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself,
Sharing its secret
Hymn to Proserpine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith)
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Vicisti, Galilæe.
I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;
Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
© John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
Hymn 8
© Isaac Watts
[COME, Jet us join a joyful tune,
To our exalted Lord,
Ye saints on high around his throne,
And we around his board.
Hymn To Energy
© Arthur Symons
God is; and because life omnipotent
Gives birth to life, or of itself must die,
