Poems begining by H
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Home-Sick. Written In Germany
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
'Tis sweet to him, who all the week
Through city-crowds must push his way,
To stroll alone through fields and woods,
And hallow thus the Sabbath-day.
Harvest Hymn
© Charles Sangster
GOD of the Harvest, Thou, whose sun
Has ripened all the golden grain,
We bless Thee for Thy bounteous store,
The cup of Plenty running o'er,
The sunshine and the rain!
Hobbie Noble
© Andrew Lang
Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!
That Liddesdale may safely say:
For in it there was baith meat and drink,
And corn unto our geldings gay.
Healfast, Healfast, Ye Hero Wounds
© Louisa May Alcott
'"Healfast, healfast, ye hero wounds;
O knight, be quickly strong!
Beloved strife
For fame and life,
Oh, tarry not too long!"'
His Ally
© William Rose Benet
He fought for his soul, and the stubborn fighting
Tried hard his strength.
Hymn of Sovereign Grace
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Formed for thyself, and turned to thee,
Thy praises, Lord , I show;
No more, with sacrilegious pride,
I rob thee of thy due.
Horizons
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LOVE to gaze along the horizon's verge--
To strain my sight where steeped in golden-gray
The sun-illumined vapors gently surge,
To melt in measureless distances away.
Hymn XXII: Behold the Saviour of Mankind
© Charles Wesley
Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for thee!
Here, At A Meagre Earth
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Here, at a meagre earth, despondent
And listless stare the dull grey skies,
And, as if plunged in leaden slumber,
A eary nature moveless lies.
He Makes An End
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What shall I tell you, dear, who have told all,
What do, whose wish, whose will is manacled,
What dare, whose duty at your festival
Is but to light the candles round Love's bed?
Hunger And Cold
© James Russell Lowell
Sisters two, all praise to you,
With your faces pinched and blue;
Horae Beatae Inscripto
© Ezra Pound
How will this beauty, when I am far hence,
Sweep back upon me and engulf my mind!
Hymn 37 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Do I believe what Jesus saith,
And think his gospel true?
Lord, make me bold to own my faith,
And practise virtue too.
Home 3
© Edward Thomas
Often I had gone this way before
But now it seemed I never could be
And never had been anywhere else;
'Twas home; one nationality
We had, I and the birds that sang,
One memory.
"He looks in my heart and the image there"
© Lesbia Harford
He looks in my heart and the image there
Is himself, himself, than himself more fair.
And he thinks of my heart as a mirror clear
To reflect the image I hold most dear.
Heinelet I
© Gamaliel Bradford
The huge old earth shook and quivered,
When it heard my passionate cry.
Why, even the little stars shivered
And almost went out in the sky.
His Monument
© Franklin Pierce Adams
The monument that I have built is durable as brass,
And loftier than the Pyramids which mock the years that pass.
No blizzard can destroy it, nor furious rain corrode-
Remember, I'm the bard who built the first Horatian Ode.
