Love Poems – Page 3121
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The Hollyhocks
Some space beyond the garden close / I sauntered down the shadowed lawn; / It was the hour when sluggards doze, … -
The Holy Spirit
In the hour of my distress, / When temptations me oppress, / And when I my sins confess, … -
The Holy Tide
The days are sad, it is the Holy tide: / The Winter morn is short, the Night is long; / So let the lifeless Hours be glorified … -
The Homes of England
The Stately Homes of England, / How beautiful they stand! / Amidst their tall ancestral trees, … -
The Homing
Admiral, Admiral, sailing home— / Sailing home through the far, dim seas, / Know you the sound that over the foam … -
The Horse (Pushkin, tr. Dmitri Smirnov)
"My ardent horse, why are you neighing? / Why are you hanging your neck? / Why do you not shake you mane, … -
The Horse Thief
There he moved, cropping the grass at the purple canyon’s lip. / His mane was mixed with the moonlight that silvered his snow-white side, / For the moon sailed out of a cloud with the wake of a spectral ship. … -
The Hotel
The long resounding marble corridors, the shining parlors with. shining women in them. / The French room, with its gilt and garlands under plump little tumbling painted Loves. / The Turkish room, with its jumble of many carpets and its stiffly squared un-Turkish chairs. … -
The Hour of Death
LEAVES have their time to fall, / And flowers to wither at the north-wind’s breath, / And stars to set—but all, … -
The Hour of Peaceful Rest
There is an hour of peaceful rest / To mourning wanderers given; / There is a joy for souls distrest, …
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