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  1. He was wounded, you know, at the Marne, Ring Lardner J. N. Armstrong
  2. He who by a mother’s love George MacDonald Christmas Meditation
  3. He who hath glory lost, nor hath James Joyce He Who Hath Glory Lost, nor Hath
  4. He who on earth as man was known, John Newton The Refuge, River, and Rock of the Church
  5. He works, but he works with a smile, Ring Lardner Clarence A. Earl
  6. He’ll make you a stylish and cute, Ring Lardner Woodward Holmes
  7. He’s at home in a sieve or a tub, Ring Lardner Col. Benj. G. Brinkman
  8. He’s at home on the turbulent blue; Ring Lardner Walden W. Shaw
  9. He’s boss of the golf club at Beverly, Ring Lardner G. J. L. Janes
  10. He’s got us all coming his way; lights Ring Lardner Frank R. Coates
  11. He’s got us all skinned by a block. Ring Lardner Max Thorek
  12. “He’s no good citizen!” the crowd Ambrose Bierce Incivism
  13. Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned Wilfred Owen Smile, Smile, Smile
  14. Heal us, Emmanuel; here we are, William Cowper Jehovah-Rophi⁠—I Am the Lord That Healeth Thee
  15. Hear a word that Jesus spake Henry van Dyke Jr. The Toiling of Felix
  16. Hear me sing of Sally Larkin who, I’d have you understand, Ambrose Bierce The Fall of Miss Larkin
  17. Hear the sledges with the bells⁠— Edgar Allan Poe The Bells
  18. Hear their viol-voices ringing Georgia Douglas Johnson Sorrow Singers
  19. Hear what God the Lord hath spoken: William Cowper The Future Peace and Glory of the Church
  20. Hear what the Lord, the great Amen, John Newton Laodicea
  21. “Hear’st thou that sound upon the window pane?” George MacDonald Love’s Ordeal
  22. Heard you that shriek? It rose Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Slave Mother
  23. Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid! John Keats To Ailsa Rock
  24. Heart of France for a hundred years, Henry van Dyke Jr. Victor Hugo
  25. Heave the anchor short! Walt Whitman Sail Out for Good, Eidólon Yacht!
  26. Heaven and the sea attend the dying day, George MacDonald At My Window After Sunset
  27. Heavily slumbered noonday bright George MacDonald The Child-Mother
  28. Helen, thy beauty is to me Edgar Allan Poe To Helen
  29. Hello, sailor boy, Langston Hughes Port Town
  30. Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made, John Henry Newman For the Dead
  31. Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, John Keats A Draught of Sunshine
  32. “Henri Heine”⁠—’tis here! Matthew Arnold Heine’s Grave
  33. Henry got me with child, Edgar Lee Masters Amanda Barker
  34. Her body is not so white as William Carlos Williams Queen-Ann’s-Lace
  35. Her dark brown face Langston Hughes Young Prostitute
  36. Her eyes are like the evening air, Henry van Dyke Jr. Hesper
  37. Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light, James Weldon Johnson Her Eyes Twin Pools
  38. Her father Mina Loy Costa Magic
  39. Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Oscar Wilde In the Gold Room
  40. Her life was dwarfed, and wed to blight, Georgia Douglas Johnson Foredoom
  41. Her mother, Elfie older grown, George MacDonald Reciprocity
  42. Her name is as a word of old romance Robert Louis Stevenson Her Name Is as a Word of Old Romance
  43. Her new-born child she holdeth, but feels within her heart Maria Lowell The Slave-Mother
  44. Her sable robes the gloaming trails Ameen Rihani The House of Night
  45. Her teacher’s certainty it must be Mabel Robert Frost Maple
  46. Herbert broke our engagement of eight years Edgar Lee Masters Louise Smith
  47. Here again (she said) is March the third Edward Thomas March the Third
  48. Here all is sunny, and when the truant gull Robert Louis Stevenson Skerryvore
  49. Here are flowers, O my Beloved, Ameen Rihani Water and Flowers
  50. Here at Bethesda’s pool, the poor, John Newton Another
  51. Here blooms the legend, fed by Time and Chance, Maria Lowell Rouen, Place de la Pucelle
  52. Here Estee rests. He shook a basket, Ambrose Bierce XLII
  53. Here first the duties of to-day, the lessons of the concrete, Walt Whitman The United States to Old World Critics
  54. Here he comes, big with statistics, Robert Louis Stevenson Here He Comes, Big with Statistics
  55. Here I am, an old man in a dry month, T. S. Eliot Gerontion
  56. Here I lie close to the grave Edgar Lee Masters Hod Putt
  57. Here in the quiet eve Robert Louis Stevenson Voluntary
  58. Here in the river you descry James McIntyre Strange Water Wheels at Beachville
  59. Here industry is not in vain, James McIntyre Canadian Charms
  60. Here Ingalls, sorrowing, has laid Ambrose Bierce A Kit
  61. Here it is spring again William Carlos Williams The Late Singer
  62. Here lie the remains of Fred Emerson Brooks, Ambrose Bierce XXXII
  63. Here lies Erotion, whom at six years old Robert Louis Stevenson Epitaphium Erotii
  64. Here lies Greer Harrison, a well cracked louse⁠— Ambrose Bierce XXVII
  65. Here lies Joseph Redding, who gave us the catfish. Ambrose Bierce XX
  66. Here lies Sam Chamberlain; his fatal smile Ambrose Bierce A King of Craft
  67. Here lies the body of Lois Spears, Edgar Lee Masters Lois Spears
  68. Here lies the last of Deacon Fitch, Ambrose Bierce XXXIV
  69. Here Porter Ashe is in the ground Ambrose Bierce XL
  70. Here rests a writer, great but not immense, Ambrose Bierce Loring Pickering
  71. Here Salomon’s body reposes; Ambrose Bierce XXX
  72. “Here she is: O take her not away so soon! Ameen Rihani Fardi wa Nafli
  73. Here sleeps one of the greatest students Ambrose Bierce Mr. Justice Field
  74. Here Stanford lies, who thought it odd Ambrose Bierce XLIV
  75. Here take my picture; though I bid farewell, John Donne His Picture
  76. Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Walt Whitman Here the Frailest Leaves of Me
  77. Here the great heart of France, Henry van Dyke Jr. A Shrine in the Pantheon
  78. Here the remains of Schuyler Colfax lie; Ambrose Bierce A Vice-President
  79. Here, from the forelands of the tideless sea, Robert Louis Stevenson To Virgil and Dora Williams
  80. Here, perfect to a wish, Robert Louis Stevenson Here, Perfect to a Wish
  81. Here, take this gift, Walt Whitman To a Certain Cantatrice
  82. Here! You sons of the men Edgar Lee Masters English Thornton
  83. Here’s a half-a-dozen flies, Henry van Dyke Jr. A Bunch of Trout-Flies
  84. Here’s crowbait!⁠—ravens, too, and daws Ambrose Bierce C. P. Berry
  85. Here’s Jonesey, whose time’s mostly spent Ring Lardner Walter Clyde Jones
  86. Here’s no more news than virtue; I may as well John Donne To Sir Henry Wotton
  87. Hesper again his heavenly power display’d Joel Barlow Book X
  88. Hey! Hey! Langston Hughes Blues Fantasy
  89. Hid are the saints of God;⁠— John Henry Newman The Hidden Ones
  90. High fate is theirs, ye sleepless waves, whose ear Matthew Arnold Cromwell
  91. High Lord of Liars, Senex, unto thee Ambrose Bierce Mendax
  92. High o’er his world as thus Columbus gazed, Joel Barlow Book II
  93. High on a throne of royal state, which far John Milton Book II
  94. His “Hoosier poems” Riley says he writes Ambrose Bierce A Literary Method
  95. His caw is a cackle, his eye is dim, Ambrose Bierce The Retrospective Bird
  96. His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. Wilfred Owen Conscious
  97. His idears and mine are the same Ring Lardner J. P. Graver
  98. His initials spell “Use” and I’ve heard Ring Lardner Uriah S. Epperson
  99. His master taken from his head, William Cowper On the Death of a Minister
  100. His mother from celestial bower, James McIntyre In Memoriam

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