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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Heath-Cock	Joanna Baillie	1782	English	Good morrow to thy sable beak And glossy plumage dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye, Cock of the heath, so wildly shy: I see thee slyly cowering through That wiry web of silvery dew, That twinkles in the morning air, Like...
The Heaven vests for Each				The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer's Day — Half shrinking from the Glory It importuned to see Till these faint Tabernacles drop ...
The Heavens Are Our Riddle	Herbert Bates		English	The Heavens are our riddle; and the sea, Forested earth, the grassy rustling plain, Snows, rains, and thunders. Yea, and even we Before ourselves stand ominous. In vain! The stars still march their way, the sea still rolls, The forests wave, the plain...
The Heaviest Cross of All	Katherine Eleanor Conway		English	I ’ve borne full many a sorrow, I ’ve suffered many a loss— But now, with a strange, new anguish, I carry this last dread cross; For of this be sure, my dearest, whatever thy life befall, The cross that our own hands fashion is the heaviest cross of all. Heavy...
The Heaving of the Lead	Charles Dibdin	1765	English	For England when with favoring gale Our gallant ship up channel steered, And, scudding under easy sail, The high blue western land appeared; To heave the lead the seaman sprung, And to the pilot cheerly sung, “By the deep—nine!”...
The Hebrew Nation did not write it				* * * The Hebrew Nation did not write it. Avarice & Chastity did shite it. ^[2]
The Height of the Ridiculous	Oliver Wendell Holmes		English	I wrote some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They were exceeding good. They were so queer, so very queer, I laughed as I would die; Albeit, in the general way, A sober man...
The Hemlock			English	To satin races he is nought; But children on the Don Beneath his tabernacles play, And Dnieper wrestlers run.
The Hen	Matthias Claudius	1760	English	Anonymous translation from the German A FAMOUS hen ’s my story’s theme, Which ne’er was known to tire Of laying eggs, but then she ’d scream So loud o’er every egg, ’t would seem The house must be on fire. A turkey-cock, who ruled the walk,...
The Heritage	James Russell Lowell		English	The Rich man’s son inherits lands, And piles of brick, and stone, and gold, And he inherits soft, white hands, And tender flesh that fears the cold, Nor dares to wear a garment old; A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in...
The Hermit	Oliver Goldsmith	1748	English	From “The Vicar of Wakefield” “TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. “For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds,...
The Hero of the Commune	Margaret Junkin Preston		English	“garÇon! you—you Snared along with this cursed crew? (Only a child, and yet so bold, Scarcely as much as ten years old!) Do you hear? do you know Why the gendarmes put you there, in the row, You, with those Commune wretches tall,...
The Heroic Age	Richard Watson Gilder		English	He speaks not well who doth his time deplore, Naming it new and little and obscure, Ignoble and unfit for lofty deeds. All times were modern in the time of them, And this no more than others. Do thy part Here in the living day, as did the great Who...
The High Tide at Gettysburg	Will Henry Thompson		English	A cloud possessed the hollow field, The gathering battle’s smoky shield. Athwart the gloom the lightning flashed, And through the cloud some horsemen dashed, And from the heights the thunder pealed. Then at the brief command of Lee Moved out that...
The High Tide at Gettysburg	Will Henry Thompson		English	[July 3, 1863] A CLOUD possessed the hollow field, The gathering battle’s smoky shield, Athwart the gloom the lightning flashed, And through the cloud some horsemen dashed, And from the heights the thunder pealed. Then at the brief command of Lee...
The Higher Good	Theodore Parker		English	Father, i will not ask for wealth or fame, Though once they would have joyed my carnal sense: I shudder not to bear a hated name, Wanting all wealth, myself my sole defence. But give me, Lord, eyes to behold the truth; A seeing sense that knows the eternal...
The Higher Good	Theodore Parker		English	Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame, Though once they would have joyed my carnal sense: I shudder not to bear a hated name, Wanting all wealth, myself my sole defence. But give me, Lord, eyes to behold the truth; A seeing sense that knows the...
The Hills erect their Purple Heads			English	The Hills erect their Purple Heads The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
The Hills in Purple syllables				The Hills in Purple syllables The Day's Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
The Hills of the Lord	William Channing Gannett		English	God ploughed one day with an earthquake, And drove his furrows deep! The huddling plains upstarted, The hills were all a-leap! But that is the mountains’ secret, Age-hidden in their breast; “God’s peace is everlasting,” Are the...