Health, better to hunt in fields for, 884.
  with, all pleasure flies, 883.

Heart bowed down by weight of woe, 888.
  incessant battery to her, 421.
  may give a lesson, 889.
  merry, goes all the day, 885.
  rise, thy Lord is risen, 602.
  she wants a, 886.
  we cannot heal the throbbing, 379.

Hearts, great, have largest room to bless, 840.

Heathen Chinee is peculiar, 433.

Heaven doth with us as we with torches, 2010.
  hath a hand in these events, 1486.
  is above all yet, 891.
  is as the book of God, 892.
  sends us good meat, 406.

Hecuba, what’s, to him, 977.

Heir, creation’s, 901.
  of all the ages, 900.

Hell, better to reign in, 576.
  breathes out contagion, 894.
  fear of, a hangman’s whip, 694.
  grew darker at their frown, 896.
  is a city much like London, 899.
  itself should gape, 542.
  merit heaven by making earth a, 898.
  never mentions, to ears polite, 897.

Heralds high before him run, 448.

Hero in our eyes, 903.
  when his sword, 904.

Heroes are much the same, 902.
  as great have died, 905.

Hesperus rode brightest, 1215.

High as we have mounted, 523.

Highland Mary, spare his, 1355.

Hill, mine be the breezy, 837.

Hills of the stormy North, 907.
  rock-ribbed and ancient, 906.

History hath but one page, 908.

Holiday, butchered to make a Roman, 910.

Holidays, if all the year were, 909.

Holly round the Christmas hearth, 325.

Homage, no worthless pomp of, 912.

Home is the resort of love, 913.
  is the sailor, 915.
  kindred points of heaven and, 917.
  no place like, 916.

Homer, deep-browed, 919.
  seven cities warred for, 920.
  will be all the books you need, 918.

Homes, forced from their, 639.

Honest man’s the noblest work of God, 922.

Honey, surfeited with, 1572.

Honey-bees, so work the, 165.

Honor and shame from no condition rise, 926.
  comes, a pilgrim gray, 928.
  rooted in dishonor, 927.
  sinks where commerce long prevails, 364.
  too much, a burthen, 923.
  travels in a strait so narrow, 924.

Honor’s a fine imaginary notion, 925.
  at the stake, 839.

Hood, a page of, 929.

Hope abandon, ye who enter in, 936.
  farewell, and farewell, fear, 634.
  flies with swallows’ wings, 930.
  heavenly, is all serene, 934.
  in thy sweet garden grow, 933.
  never comes that comes to all, 935.
  springs eternal, 932.
  withering fled, 878.

Hope’s tender blossoms, 194.

Horn, Triton blow his wreathed, 937.

Horrors, on horror’s head, 939.
  supped full with, 938.

Horse, my kingdom for a, 940.
  one, was blind, 1676.