Poems begining by H
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Hymn Sung At An Anniversary Of The Asylum Of Orphans At Charleston
© Henry Timrod
We scarce, O God! could lisp thy name,
When those who loved us passed away,
And left us but thy love to claim,
With but an infant's strength to pray.
Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I
© Samuel Butler
But she, who well enough knew what
(Before he spoke) he would be at,
Pretended not to apprehend
The mystery of what he mean'd;.
And therefore wish'd him to expound
His dark expressions, less profound.
Had I the Choice
© Walt Whitman
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
Hymn XXIII: Extended on a Cursed Tree
© Charles Wesley
Extended on a cursed tree,
Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood,
See there, the king of glory see!
Sinks and expires the Son of God.
Her Lips Are Copper Wire
© Jean Toomer
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall
© Louisa May Alcott
He that is down need fear no fall,
He that is low no pride.
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.
Ham tujh se kis hawa ki
© Khwaja Mir Dard
mit jayen ek an main kasrat namayan
ham aine k samne a kar jo hu karen
Horaces Philosophy
© Robert Fuller Murray
What the end the gods have destined unto thee and unto me,
Ask not: 'tis forbidden knowledge. Be content, Leuconoe.
Let alone the fortune-tellers. How much better to endure
Whatsoever shall betide useven though we be not sure
His Mother
© James Whitcomb Riley
DEAD! my wayward boy--_my own_--
Not _the Law's!_ but _mine_--the good
God's free gift to me alone,
Sanctified by motherhood.
"Hedge, that divides the lovely"
© Torquato Tasso
Hedge, that divides the lovely
Garden, and myself from me,
Homage To Sextus Propertius - II
© Ezra Pound
Orgies of vintages, an earthern image of Silenus
Strengthened with rushes, Tegaean Pan,
The small birds of the Cytharean mother,
their Punic faces dyed in the Gorgon's lake;
Nine girls, from as many countrysides
Haunted
© Robert Graves
Gulp down your wine, old friends of mine,
Roar through the darkness, stamp and sing
And lay ghost hands on everything,
But leave the noonday's warm sunshine
To living lads for mirth and wine.
Haying Before Storm
© Muriel Rukeyser
This sky is unmistakable. Not lurid, not low, not black.
Illuminated and bruise-color, limitless, to the noon
Full of its floods to come. Under it, field, wheels, and mountain,
The valley scattered with friends, gathering in
Hell in Texas
© Anonymous
The devil, we're told, in hell was chained,
and a thousand years he there remained,
and he never complained, nor did he groan,
but determined to start a hell of his own
where he could torment the souls of men
without being chained to a prison pen.
How much do you know, o humankind (with original German)
© Franz Grillparzer
How much do you know, o humankind, the king of all of god's creation,
You, who can see what is visible and measure what is measurable.
How much it is that you know! and yet, oh, how little,
Because what appears, is only the outer aspects,
