Author:Emily Dickinson/H


 * Had I known that the first was the last -1720-
 * Had I not seen the Sun -1233-
 * Had I not This, or This, I said -904-
 * Had I presumed to hope— -522-
 * Had this one Day not been -1253-
 * Had we known the Ton she bore -1124-
 * Had we our senses -1284-
 * Have any like Myself -736-
 * Have you got a Brook in your little heart -136-
 * He ate and drank the precious Words— -1587-
 * He forgot—and I—remembered— -203-
 * He fought like those Who've nought to lose— -759-
 * He found my Being—set it up— -603-
 * He fumbles at your Soul -315-
 * He gave away his Life— -567-
 * He is alive, this morning— -1160-
 * He lived the Life of Ambush -1525-
 * He outstripped Time with but a Bout -865-
 * He parts Himself—like Leaves— -517-
 * He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow— -1207-
 * He put the Belt around my life -273-
 * He scanned it—staggered— -1062-
 * He strained my faith— -497-
 * He told a homely tale -763-
 * He touched me, so I live to know -506-
 * He was my host—he was my guest -1721-
 * He was weak, and I was strong—then— -190-
 * He went by sleep that drowsy route -1662-
 * He who in Himself believes— -969-
 * Heart! We will forget him! -47-
 * Heart, not so heavy as mine -83-
 * "Heaven" has different Signs—to me— -575-
 * Heaven is so far of the Mind -370-
 * "Heaven"—is what I cannot reach! -239-
 * "Heavenly Father"—take to thee -1461-
 * Her—"last Poems"— -312-
 * Her breast is fit for pearls -84-
 * Her face was in a bed of hair -1722-
 * Her final Summer was it— -795-
 * Her Grace is all she has— -810-
 * Her little Parasol to lift -1038-
 * Her Losses make our Gains ashamed— -1562-
 * Her smile was shaped like other smiles— -514-
 * Her sovereign People -1139-
 * Her spirit rose to such a height -1486-
 * Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead -649-
 * Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night -518-
 * Here, where the Daisies fit my Head -1037-
 * Herein a Blossom lies— -899-
 * High from the earth I heard a bird -1723-
 * His Bill an Auger is -1034-
 * His Bill is clasped—his Eye forsook— -1102-
 * His Cheek is his Biographer— -1460-
 * His Feet are shod with Gauze— -916-
 * His Heart was darker than the starless night -1378-
 * His little Hearse like Figure -1522-
 * His Mansion in the Pool -1379-
 * His Mind like Fabrics of the East -1446-
 * His mind of man, a secret makes -1663-
 * His oriental heresies -1526-
 * His voice decrepit was with Joy— -1476-
 * Hope is a strange invention— -1392-
 * Hope is a subtle Glutton— -1547-
 * "Hope" is the thing with feathers— -254-
 * "Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me— -127-
 * How brittle are the Piers -1433-
 * How dare the robins sing -1724-
 * How destitute is he -1477-
 * How far is it to Heaven? -929-
 * How firm Eternity must look -1499-
 * How fits his Umber Coat -1371-
 * How fleet—how indiscreet an one— -1771-
 * How fortunate the Grave— -897-
 * How good his Lava Bed -1447-
 * How happy I was if I could forget -898-
 * How happy is the little Stone -1510-
 * How Human Nature dotes -1417-
 * How know it from a Summer's Day? -1364-
 * How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights— -1418-
 * How many Flowers fail in Wood— -404-
 * How many schemes may die -1150-
 * How many times these low feet staggered— -187-
 * How much of Source escapes with thee— -1517-
 * How much the present moment means -1380-
 * How News must feel when travelling -1319-
 * How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand -282-
 * How ruthless are the gentle— -1439-
 * How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine— -368-
 * How slow the Wind— -1571-
 * How soft a Caterpillar steps— -1448-
 * How soft this Prison is -1334-
 * How still the Bells in Steeples stand -1008-
 * How the old Mountains drip with Sunset -291-
 * How the Waters closed above Him -923-
 * How well I knew Her not -837-