Poems begining by H
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Her Praise
© William Butler Yeats
SHE is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
I have gone about the house, gone up and down
Hymn of Apollo
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
Health, An Eclogue
© Thomas Parnell
Now early Shepherds o'er the Meadow pass,
And print long Foot-steps in the glittering Grass;
The Cows neglectful of their Pasture stand,
By turns obsequious to the Milker's Hand.
How Good Fortune Surprises Us by Jackson Wheeler: American Life in Poetry #144 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet
© Ted Kooser
I'd guess you've heard it said that the reason we laugh when somebody slips on a banana peel is that we're happy that it didn't happen to us. That kind of happiness may be shameful, but many of us have known it. In the following poem, the California poet, Jackson Wheeler, tells us of a similar experience.
How Good Fortune Surprises Us
I was hauling freight
out of the Carolinas
up to the Cumberland Plateau
when, in Tennessee, I saw
from the freeway, at 2 am
a house ablaze.
Hearing Your Words, And Not A Word Among Them
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Hearing your words, and not a word among them
Tuned to my liking, on a salty day
Hezekiah
© Thomas Parnell
From the bleak Beach and broad expanse of sea,
To lofty Salem, Thought direct thy way;
Mount thy light chariot, move along the plains,
And end thy flight where Hezekiah reigns.
Hadji Dimiter
© Hristo Botev
He lives, still he lives! In the mountain fast,
soaked in blood, he lies and groans,
a rebel, wounded in the chest,
a rebel, young and with a manly strength.
Holyday
© Emily Jane Brontë
A LITTLE while, a little while,
The noisy crowd are barred away;
And I can sing and I can smile
A little while I've holyday!
Human Applause
© Friedrich Hölderlin
Isn't my heart holy, more full of life's beauty,
since I fell in love? Why did you like me more
when I was prouder and wilder, more full
of words, yet emptier?
How Many Kisses: to Lesbia
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours
would be enough and more to satisfy me.
Hymn XIII. Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
© John Austin
Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
Once more the light returns to thee:
Her Vision In The Wood
© William Butler Yeats
Dry timber under that rich foliage,
At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood,
HMS Pinafore: Act II
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Same Scene. Night. Awning removed. Moonlight. Captain
discovered singing on poop deck, and accompanying himself on
a mandolin. Little Buttercup seated on quarterdeck, gazing
sentimentally at him.
Hymn VIII. When Jesus, by the Virgin brought
© John Logan
When Jesus, by the Virgin brought,
So runs the law of Heaven,
Was offer'd holy to the Lord,
And at the altar given;
His Chance
© Edgar Albert Guest
I WANT a chance to show what I can do,"
He sighed when others seemed to pass him by;
"There are great problems I could master, too,
Somehow, I never get the chance to try.
Hymn To Jazz And The Like
© Eli Siegel
What is sound, as standing for the world and the mind of man at
any time, and in any situation?
Sound is an unknown, immeasurable reservoir which has been gone
into and used to have chants, rituals, jigs, bourrées, sonatas,
Hymn To The Sun
© Matthew Prior
Light of the World, and Ruler of the Year,
With happy Speed begin Thy great Career;
Hymn XXV: Stupendous Love of God Most High!
© Charles Wesley
Stupendous love of God most high!
He comes to meet us from the sky
In mildest majesty;
Full of unutterable grace,
He calls the weary burdened race,
"Come all for help to me."
