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He Remembers Forgotten Beauty

© William Butler Yeats

When my arms wrap you round I press

My heart upon the loveliness

Harvest

© William Matthews

A few rats are gnawing
along the floor of the silo,
but what are a few rats
against this tower of food?
It takes 75,000 crocus blossoms
to make a pound of saffron.

Hope

© Emily Jane Brontë

Hope was but a timid friend-
She sat without my grated den
Watching how my fate would tend
Even as selfish-hearted men.

So there's my year, the twelvemonth duly told
Since last I climbed this brow and gloated round
Upon the lands heaped with their wheaten gold,
And now again they spread with wealth imbrowned -
And thriftless I meanwhile,
What honeycombs have I to take, what sheaves to pile?

How Florence Rings Her Bells

© Alfred Austin

With shimmer of steel and blare of brass,
And Switzers marching with martial stride,
And cavaliers trampling brown the grass,
Came bow-legged Charles through the Apennine pass,
With black Il Moro for traitor guide;

Her Beauty

© Max Plowman

I heard them say, "Her hands are hard as stone,"

And I remembered how she laid for me

Homeward Bound

© Sir Henry Newbolt

After long labouring in the windy ways,
On smooth and shining tides
Swiftly the great ship glides,
Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
Northward she glides, and through the enchanted haze
Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last.

Harvest Hwome

© William Barnes

_The vu'st peärt. The Supper._

Holy Ghost! Dispel Our Sadness

© Augustus Montague Toplady

Holy Ghost! dispel our sadness;
Pierce the clouds of nature's night.
Come, Thou source of joy and gladness,
Breathe Thy life, and spread Thy light.

Hero And Leander. The Fifth Sestiad

© George Chapman

Now was bright Hero weary of the day,

Thought an Olympiad in Leander's stay.

Hymn To Apollo

© John Lyly

Sing to Apollo, god of day,
Whose golden beams with morning play
And make her eyes so brightly shine,
Aurora's face is called divine;

Hounds Going Home In The Dark

© William Henry Ogilvie

When never a star is hung in the sky,
With never a lamp or a lantern spark,
Huntsman and Whips go groping by,
Blowing them home in the dark.

Hymn For The Use Of The Sunday School At Olney

© William Cowper

Hear, Lord, the song of praise and prayer,
In heaven thy dwelling-place,
From infants, made the public care,
And taught to seek thy face!

Haiku (Birds singing...)

© Jack Kerouac

Birds singing
in the dark
Rainy dawn.

Hypochondriacus

© Charles Lamb

By myself walking,

To myself talking,

How Jack Made The Giants Uncommonly Sore

And this is The Moral that lies in the verse:
If you have a go farther, you're apt to fare
Worse.
(When you turn it around it is different rather: -
You're not apt to go worse if you have a fair
father!)