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HOW profitless the relics that we cull, Troubling the last holds of ambitious Rome,
- William Wordsworth
How proud
- William Lisle Bowles
How reverend is the face of this tall pile
- William Congreve
How richly glows the water's breast
- William Wordsworth
How shall I fix my wand'ring eye? where find
- Robert Dodsley
How shall I speak what in my breast hath striven?
- Karl Theodor Korner
How should the wind songs of a windy city go
- Carl Sandburg
How simple in their grandeur are the forms
- Thomas Noon Talfourd
How sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done
- Charles Kingsley
How smartly the quarters of the hour march by
- Thomas Hardy
How smiled the land of France
- John Greenleaf Whittier
How soothing is that sound of far-off wheels
- Henry Alford
How soothing sound the gentle airs that move
- William Lisle Bowles
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls
- Amy Lowell
How still, how solitary are the heights
- Alfred Williams
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves,
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How strange that the nature of light is a thing beyond our ken
- Henry Van Dyke
How sweet and solemn at the close of day
- John Wilson
HOW sweet that valley, clothed in freshest green,
- James Inglis Cochrane
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal
- William Lisle Bowles
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