Poems begining by H
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Hell's Pavement
© John Masefield
When Im discharged at Liverpool n draws my bit o pay,
I wont come to sea no more;
How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate?
© Alfred Tennyson
A hand displayed with many a little art;
An eye that glances on her neighbor's dress;
A foot too often shown for my regard;
An angel's form - a waiting-woman's heart;
A perfect-featured face, expressionless,
Insipid, as the Queen upon a card.
Heart Of My Heart
© Madison Julius Cawein
Here where the season turns the land to gold,
Among the fields our feet have known of old,--
Here's To Thy Health
© Robert Burns
Here's to thy health, my bonie lass,
Gude nicht and joy be wi' thee;
Happiness
© Edgar Albert Guest
If he sunbeams will not start you to rejoicing,
If the laughter of your babies you can hear
Having To Live in the Country
© Patrick Kavanagh
Back once again in wild, wet Monaghan
Exiled from thought and feeling,
Hymn XXI: Ye Simple Souls That Stray
© Charles Wesley
Ye simple souls that stray
Far from the path of peace,
How Vast the Benefits Divine
© Augustus Montague Toplady
How vast the benefits divine which we in Christ possess!
We are redeemed from guilt and shame and called to holiness.
But not for works which we have done, or shall hereafter do,
Hath God decreed on sinful men salvation to bestow.
Hero And Leander. The Sixth Sestiad
© George Chapman
No longer could the Day nor Destinies
Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise
Hermann And Dorothea - II. Terpsichore
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Then the son thoughtfully answer'd:--"I know not why, but the fact is
My annoyance has graven itself in my mind, and hereafter
I could not bear at the piano to see her, or list to her singing."
Hate You, Christ, I Do Not
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Hate you, Christ, I do not, or seek. I believe
In you as in the others gods, your elders.
I count you as neither more nor less
Than they are, merely newer.
Humilitie
© George Herbert
I saw the Vertues sitting hand in hand
In sev'rall ranks upon an azure throne,
Hippo's Hope
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
There once was a hippo who wanted to fly --
Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-ho.
So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky --
Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go.
Hymn To Love
© Robert Herrick
I will confess
With cheerfulness,
Love is a thing so likes me,
That, let her lay
On me all day,
I'll kiss the hand that strikes me.
His Lady Of The Sonnets II
© Robert Norwood
Beholding you, I am Endymion,
Lost and immortal in Latmian dreams;
With Dian bending down to look upon
Her shepherd, whose æonian slumber seems
A moment, twinkling like a starry gem
Among the jewels of her diadem.
Haunted Streets
© Mathilde Blind
The face of faces we again behold
That lit our life when life was very fair,
And leaps our heart toward eyes and mouth and hair:
Oblivious of the undying love grown cold,
Or body sheeted in the churchyard mould,
We stretch out yearning hands and grasp-the air.
Here will be echoes in the mountains...
© Boris Pasternak
Here will be echoes in the mountains,
The distant landslides' rumbling boom,
The rocks, the dwellings in the village,
The sorry little inn, the gloom
Hector The Collector
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Hector the Collector
Collected bits of string,
Collected dolls with broken heads
And rusty bells that would not ring. Bent-up nails and ice-cream sticks,
