Poems by Emily Dickinson

• Hills in Purple syllables, The
• Himmaleh was known to stoop, The
• His Bill an Auger is
• His Bill is clasped—his Eye forsook—
• His Cheek is his Biographer—
• His Feet are shod with Gauze
• His Heart was darker than the starless night
• His little Hearse like Figure
• His Mansion in the Pool
• His Mind like Fabrics of the East
• His mind of man, a secret makes
• His oriental heresies
• His voice decrepit was with Joy—
• Hollows round His eager Eyes, The
• honest Tear, An
• Hope is a strange invention—
• Hope is a subtle Glutton—
• Hope is the thing with feathers
• Hour is a Sea, An
• House upon the Height, A
• Houses—so the Wise Men tell me
• How brittle are the Piers
• How dare the robins sing
• How destitute is he
• How far is it to Heaven?

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