Poems by William Dean Howells
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Earliest Spring
... angles Round the shuddering house, threating of winter and death ...
In Earliest Spring
... Nay, to earth's life in mine some prescience, or dream, or desire ...
From Generation to Generation
... Have our brief being and pass, we know not where or why ...
Dead
... The windows are lit with a ghastly bloom ...
Change
... As if my little, trivial scheme were great, &emsp ...
Living
... How wildly I hurry, for the change I crave ...
Hope
... Then hills and valleys, rivers, fields, and woods, ...
The Song The Oriole Sings
... Long blue, from some roof-sheltering grove ...
The Bewildered Guest
... A sound of shrieks and sobs, that strikes our joys ...
Friends and Foes
... The things ones friends will say in ones defence ...
The Two Wives
... And he whispered, prayer-like, under his breath, ...
The Passengers Of A Retarded Submersible
... those Ghosts of the women and children that the rest of the hundred chose ...
Judgment Day
... Thou that didst make us what we might become, &emsp ...
What shall it profit?
... The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith ...
Vision
... But I saw not that sunless, breathless lair, &emsp ...
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