=Horn.=

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
937
WORDSWORTH:  Miscellaneous Sonnets, Pt. i., xxxiii.

=Horror.=

My fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise louse and stir
As life were in ’t:  I have supp’d full with horrors.
938
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 5.

On horror’s head horrors accumulate. 939 SHAKS.:  Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Horse.=

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! 940 SHAKS.:  Richard III., Act v., Sc. 4.

=Hospitality.=

My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
941
SHAKS.:  As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 4.

Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted. 942 LONGFELLOW:  Evangeline, Pt.  I., iv., Line 15.

=Host.=

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,
Is in the common mass of matter lost.
943
POPE:  Odyssey, Bk. iv., Line 397.

=Hour.=

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die. 944 EMERSON:  Quatrains, Nature.

Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;
  Improve each moment as it flies! 
Life’s a short summer, man a flower;
  He dies—­alas! how soon he dies!
945
DR. JOHNSON:  Winter, An Ode.

=House.=

For there’s nae luck about the house,
  There’s nae luck at a’;
There ’s little pleasure in the house
  When our gudeman ‘s awa’.
946
WILLIAM J. MICKLE:  Manner’s Wife.

=Humanity.=

But hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity.
947
WORDSWORTH:  Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

O suffering, sad humanity! 
O ye afflicted ones, who lie
Steeped to the lips in misery,
Longing, yet afraid to die,
Patient, though sorely tried!
948
LONGFELLOW:  Goblet of Life.

=Humility.=

Give me the lowest place:  or if for me
That lowest place too high, make one more low
Where I may sit and see
My God and love Thee so.
949
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI:  The Lowest Place.

=Hunger.=

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
950
POPE:  R. of the Lock, Canto iii., Line 21.

Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. 951 THOMSON:  Seasons, Winter, Line 393.

=Hunting.=

The healthy huntsman, with a cheerful horn, Summons the dogs and greets the dappled Morn.  The jocund thunder wakes the enliven’d hounds, They rouse from sleep, and answer sounds for sounds. 952 GAY:  Rural Sports, Canto ii., Line 96.

=Husband.=

As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. 953 TENNYSON:  Locksley Hall, St. 24.