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Hiawatha's Fasting by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
Not for greater skill in hunting,
..
Haroun Al Raschid by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read
A book wherein the poet said:--
"Where are the kings, and where..
Helen of Tyre by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What phantom is this that appears
Through the purple mist of the years,
Itself but a mist like the..
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine by Hilaire Belloc
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend,
To welcome home mankind’s mysterious friend
Wine, true b..
Henry King by Hilaire Belloc
The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which..
Hilaire Belloc - The South Country by Hilaire Belloc
When I am living in the Midlands
That are sodden and unkind,
I light my lamp in the evening:
My w..
Hildebrand by Hilaire Belloc
Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason
"Oh murder! What was that, Papa..
Ha'nacker Mill by Hilaire Belloc
Sally is gone that was so kindly,
Sally is gone from Ha’nacker Hill
And the Briar grows ever since..
Heretics All by Hilaire Belloc
Heretics all, whoever you may be,
In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,
You never shall have good w..
Heat by Hilda Doolittle
O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
Fruit cannot drop
through..
Helen by Hilda Doolittle
All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives
where she stands,
and..
Haiku by Jack Kerouac
Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn...
Haiku by Jack Kerouac
The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house..
Haiku by Jack Kerouac
The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?..
Hen's Nest by John Clare
Among the orchard weeds, from every search,
Snugly and sure, the old hen’s nest is made,
Who cackl..
Holy Sonnet XIV: Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God by John Donne
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
T..
Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For th..
Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow by John Donne
At the round earth’s imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you..
Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved by John Donne
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt
To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
And he..
Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly by John Donne
I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite;
But black sin hath betrayed..
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