sion likened him to a
house locked up and empty

Her aspect suggested the repose of a
winter landscape

Her singing struck a note of grateful
remembered delight

Her duel with Time

Here, where he both wished and wished
not to be

Here and there a plain good soul to
whom he was affectionate

Hermits enamoured of wind and rain

Hero embarked in the redemption of an
erring beautiful woman

Heroine, in common with the hero, has
her ambition to be of use

Herself, content to be dull if he might
shine

Hesitating strangeness that sometimes
gathers during absences

Himself in the worn old surplice of the
converted rake

His aim to win the woman acknowledged
no obstacle in the means

His idea of marriage is, the taking of
the woman into custody

His gaze and one of his ears, if not
the pair, were given

His ridiculous equanimity

His alien ideas were not unimpressed by
the picture

His restored sense of possession

His wife alone, had, as they termed it,
kept him together

His equanimity was fictitious

His fancy performed miraculous feats

His violent earnestness, his imperial
self-confidence

His apparent cynicism is sheer
irritability

Holding to the refusal, for the sake of
consistency

Holding to his work after the strain's
over--That tells the man

Holy images, and other miraculous
objects are sold

Honest creatures who will not accept a
lift from fiction

Hope which lies in giving men a dose of
hysterics

Hopeless task of defending a woman from
a woman

Hopes of a coming disillusion that
would restore him

Hosts of men are of the simple order of
the comic

How angry I should be with you if you
were not so beautiful!

How Success derides Ambition!

How many degrees from love gratitude
may be

How immensely nature seems to prefer
men to women!

How little a thing serves Fortune's
turn

How to compromise the matter for the
sake of peace?

How many instruments cannot clever
women play upon

How little we mean to do harm when we
do an injury

Hug the hatred they packed up among
their bundles

Human nature to feel an interest in the
dog that has bitten you

Humour preserved her from excesses of
sentiment

Huntress with few scruples and the game
unguarded

Hushing together, they agreed that it
had been a false move

I do not defend myself ever

I have learnt as much from light
literature as from heavy

I have and hold--you shall hunger