Poems begining by H
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Homer's Hymn To Castor And Pollux
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove,
Whom the fair-ankled Leda, mixed in love
With mighty Saturns Heaven-obscuring Child,
On Taygetus, that lofty mountain wild,
Hymn of Praise
© Henry Kendall
Encompassed by the psalm of hill and stream,
By hymns august with their majestic theme,
Here in the evening of exalted days
To Thee, our Friend, we bow with breath of praise.
[Harry Stephens]
© Henry Lawson
So the world of odds and evens ceased to trouble Harry Stephens, and the niggard road no longer echoes to his lonely tread.
For another bushman found him with his bluey wrapped around him, sleeping like a bushman, only sleeping with the mighty dead.
And the shadows were upon him, and they found a ticket on him just a relic of a battle that was lately lost and won.
And it told the stray Camboonian hed been loyal to his union (right or wrong) he had been loyal to the strike of 91.
HOW many of the body's health complain,
© Jones Very
HOW many of the body's health complain,
When they some deeper malady conceal;
"He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seems"
© Lesbia Harford
He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seems
Like a fairy tale,
Like a tale of dreams.
"He in his slender youth, with vines, with sun,
How'd You Like It?
© Ellis Parker Butler
Well, then! How'd you like to bear the name of Butler
As an honor badge eight centuries at least,
And then have the Prohibitionists inform you
That a butler is a sort of outlawed beast?
Hy-Brasil
© Henry Kendall
"Daughter," said the ancient father, pausing by the evening sea,
"Turn thy face towards the sunset - turn thy face and kneel with me!
Hidden Harmony
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE thoughts in me are very calm and high
That think upon your love: yet by your leave
Hymn On Solitude
© James Thomson
Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude,
Companion of the wise and good,
But from whose holy piercing eye
The herd of fools and villains fly.
He fumbles at your spirit
© Emily Dickinson
He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,
Heat
© Archibald Lampman
From plains that reel to southward, dim,
The road runs by me white and bare;
Hard To Please
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
(To be said in one breath)
Elaine gives me a pain,
Gill makes me ill,
Winnie is a ninny,
Heredity
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A soldier of the Cromwell stamp,
With sword and psalm-book by his side,
At home alike in church and camp:
Austere he lived, and smileless died.
Hide and Seek
© Henry Van Dyke
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still,
All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the hill;
Hands
© Stephen Vincent Benet
My wifes hands are long and thin,
Fit to catch a spirit in,
Fit to set a subtle snare
For something lighter than the air.
Hunted Down
© Henry Kendall
Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,
Been out since the night of escape - two years under horror and ban.
