First lines

  1. Ho: my brother, Georgia Douglas Johnson The Ordeal
  2. Hold back thy lips, I pray; Ameen Rihani Near the Cascades
  3. Hold it up sternly⁠—see this it sends back, (who is it? is it you?) Walt Whitman A Hand-Mirror
  4. Holy Lord God! I love thy truth, William Cowper Hatred of Sin
  5. Holy Pestilence, holy Pestilence, gird thee with might, David Park Barnitz Prayer
  6. Home from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet⁠— Robert Louis Stevenson Home from the Daisied Meadows
  7. Home no more home to me, whither must I wander? Robert Louis Stevenson Home No More Home to Me, Whither Must I Wander?
  8. Home, for my heart still calls me; Henry van Dyke Jr. Homeward Bound
  9. Honey though the bee prepares, John Newton Vanity of the Creature Sanctified
  10. Honour and happiness unite William Cowper The Christian
  11. Honour is so sublime perfection, John Donne To the Countess of Bedford
  12. Honour the brave who sleep Henry van Dyke Jr. Heroes of the Titanic
  13. Hope that you may understand! W. B. Yeats The Realists
  14. Horses and men are just alike. Edgar Lee Masters Peleg Poague
  15. Hotel men have plenty to do Ring Lardner John P. Harding
  16. Hours fly, Henry van Dyke Jr. For Katrina’s Sun-Dial
  17. How at once should I know, Edward Thomas How at Once
  18. How bless’d the righteous are John Newton Balaam’s Wish.
  19. How blest the land that counts among Ambrose Bierce The Statesmen
  20. How blest thy creature is, God, William Cowper The Happy Change
  21. How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, Henry van Dyke Jr. Robert Browning
  22. How bridal thy beauty, O dear California; Henry van Dyke Jr. Dear California
  23. How can I keep my Christmas feast John Henry Newman Christmas Without Christ
  24. “How can I tell,” Sir Edmund said, Henry van Dyke Jr. The Standard-Bearer
  25. How can I then return in happy plight, William Shakespeare XXVIII
  26. How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action, Fernando Pessoa V
  27. How can my Muse want subject to invent, William Shakespeare XXXVIII
  28. How careful was I, when I took my way, William Shakespeare XLVIII
  29. How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! Matthew Arnold Thyrsis
  30. How comest thou, O flower so fair, Mary Weston Fordham The Snowdrop
  31. How dare one say it? Walt Whitman The Unexpress’d
  32. How David, when by sin deceived, John Newton David’s Fall
  33. How deftly does the gardener blend Georgia Douglas Johnson Fusion
  34. How did you feel, you libertarians, Edgar Lee Masters Jacob Godbey
  35. How didst thou start, Thou Holy Baptist, bid John Henry Newman Pusillanimity
  36. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Elizabeth Barrett Browning XLIII
  37. How do you like to go up in a swing, Robert Louis Stevenson The Swing
  38. How does it happen, tell me, Edgar Lee Masters Judge Somers
  39. How fever’d is that man, who cannot look John Keats On Fame
  40. How heavy do I journey on the way, William Shakespeare L
  41. How hurtful was the choice of Lot, John Newton Lot in Sodom
  42. How I did hold in deep contempt Ameen Rihani Retribution
  43. How kind the good Samaritan John Newton The Good Samaritan
  44. How like a winter hath my absence been William Shakespeare XCVII
  45. How long is the night, brother, Henry van Dyke Jr. Day and Night
  46. How long the echoes love to play Henry van Dyke Jr. The After-Echo
  47. How lost was my condition John Newton The Good Physician
  48. How many bards gild the lapses of time! John Keats Sonnet
  49. How many drops must gather to the skies Voltairine de Cleyre Ut Sementem Feceris, Ita Metes
  50. How many masks wear we, and undermasks, Fernando Pessoa VIII
  51. How many times, during the twenty years Edgar Lee Masters Enoch Dunlap
  52. How my heart sinks when I behold the sad reflection of my face, Georgia Douglas Johnson How My Heart Sinks
  53. How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st, William Shakespeare CXXVIII
  54. How quiet Langston Hughes Sick Room
  55. How shall a child of God fulfil John Henry Newman The Witness
  56. How shall he sing who hath no song? George MacDonald How Shall He Sing Who Hath No Song
  57. How shall the burial rite be read? Edgar Allan Poe A Paean
  58. How should the world be luckier if this house, W. B. Yeats Upon a House Shaken by the Land Agitation
  59. How solemn as one by one, Walt Whitman How Solemn as One by One
  60. How soon the Saviour’s gracious call John Newton Not in Word, but in Power
  61. How steep the stairs within Kings’ houses are Oscar Wilde At Verona
  62. How still, Langston Hughes Sea Calm
  63. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame William Shakespeare XCV
  64. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds John Newton The Name of Jesus
  65. How sweet the silent backward tracings! Walt Whitman Memories
  66. How tedious and tasteless the hours John Newton None Upon Earth I Desire Besides Thee
  67. How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,) Walt Whitman Beginners
  68. How thin and sharp is the moon tonight! Langston Hughes Winter Moon
  69. How vain and dull this common world must seem Oscar Wilde Phèdre
  70. How welcome to the saints, when press’d John Newton The Lord’s Day
  71. How well this man unfolded to our view Ambrose Bierce J. F. B.
  72. How wonderful are the cities that man hath builded: Henry van Dyke Jr. The Great Cities
  73. How would you have us, as we are? James Weldon Johnson To America
  74. How yesterday is long ago! The past Fernando Pessoa XXVII
  75. Hunched over the low handle bars, Ring Lardner James Levy
  76. Hungry and faint and poor, John Newton 92
  77. Hungry child, Langston Hughes God to Hungry Child
  78. Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear! John Keats Song
  79. Hush’d be the camps to-day, Walt Whitman Hush’d Be the Camps To-day
  80. I always sing the hymn of hate, Robert Williams Wood The Ray; The Raven
  81. I am a black Pierrot: Langston Hughes A Black Pierrot
  82. I am a harp of many chords, and each John Henry Newman Introduction to an Album
  83. I am a hunchback, yellow faced⁠— Robert Louis Stevenson I Am a Hunchback, Yellow Faced
  84. I am a hunter by profession, James McIntyre Origin of the Toboggan
  85. I am a kind of farthing dip, Robert Louis Stevenson A Portrait
  86. I am a little tired of all things mortal; David Park Barnitz Prelude
  87. I am a little world made cunningly John Donne V
  88. I am a Negro: Langston Hughes The Negro
  89. I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled. Jean Toomer Harvest Song
  90. I am a woman Georgia Douglas Johnson Ivy
  91. I am at peace⁠—no storm can ever touch me; Voltairine de Cleyre Hymn
  92. I am for Cutting. I’m a blade Ambrose Bierce Couplets
  93. I am he that aches with amorous love; Walt Whitman I Am He That Aches with Love
  94. I am like one that for long days had sate, Robert Louis Stevenson I Am Like One That for Long Days Had Sate
  95. I am like one that has sat alone Robert Louis Stevenson I Am Like One That Has Sat Alone
  96. I am Minerva, the village poetess, Edgar Lee Masters Minerva Jones
  97. I am Nature, the Mighty Mother, C. S. Lewis Satan Speaks
  98. I am older than Nature and her Time Fernando Pessoa XXXI
  99. I am rooted in the wall John Henry Newman Snapdragon
  100. I am sitting sad and lonely Mary Weston Fordham Lines to Florence

Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.