Love Poems – Page 1341
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Hope Deferred
His hand at last! By his own fingers writ, / I catch my name upon the wayworn sheet: / His hand—oh, reach it to me quick! And yet, … -
Hope is a strange invention —
Hope is a strange invention — / A Patent of the Heart — / In unremitting action … -
Hope is a subtle Glutton —
Hope is a subtle Glutton — / He feeds upon the Fair — / And yet — inspected closely … -
Hope of the Human Heart
From “Anima Mundi” / GOD is good, / And flight is destined for the callow wing, … -
Hopefully Waiting
“Blessed are they who are homesick, for they shall come at last to their Father’s house.”—HEINRICH STILLING. / NOT as you meant, O learnèd man, and good! / Do I accept thy words of truth and rest; … -
Hopeless Grief
I Tell you, hopeless grief is passionless,— / That only men incredulous of despair, / Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air … -
Hôpitaux
Ô femmes dont les mains sont belles, / Vous dédiez, par charité, / Leur sûre et tranquille bonté … -
Hör’ ich das Liedchen klingen
Hör’ ich das Liedchen klingen, / Das einst die Liebste sang, / So will mir die Brust zerspringen, … -
Hora prima
J’ai salué le jour dès avant mon réveil ; / Il colorait déjà ma pesante paupière, / Et je dormais encor, mais sa rougeur première … -
Hora santa
Los espejos de límpida mirada / con una voluptuosa complacencia / copiaban tu imperial magnificencia …
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