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• A Petition

  To spring belongs the violet, and the blown
  Spice of the roses let the summer own.
  Grant me this favor, Muse—all else withhold— …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• In Earliest Spring

  Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles,
  Lion-like, March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath,
  Through all the moaning chimneys, and thwart all the hollows and angles …

  William Dean Howells

• The Two Wives

  The colonel rode by his picket-line
  In the pleasant morning sun,
  That glanced from him far off to shine …

  William Dean Howells

• From Generation to Generation

  Innocent spirits, bright, immaculate ghosts!
  Why throng your heavenly hosts,
  As eager for their birth …

  William Dean Howells

• Change

  Sometimes, when after spirited debate
  Of letters or affairs, in thought I go
  Smiling unto myself, and all aglow …

  William Dean Howells

• Hope

  We sailed and sailed upon the desert sea
  Where for whole days we alone seemed to be.
  At last we saw a dim, vague line arise …

  William Dean Howells

• Judgment Day

  Before him weltered like a shoreless sea
  The souls of them that had not sought to be,
  With all their guilt upon them, and they cried, …

  William Dean Howells

• What Shall It Profit?

  If i lay waste and wither up with doubt
  The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith
  Possessed itself serenely safe from death; …

  William Dean Howells

• The Old Sergeant

  “come a little nearer, Doctor,—thank you,—let me take the cup:
  Draw your chair up,—draw it closer,—just another little sup!
  May be you may think I ’m better; but I ’m pretty well used up:— …

  Forceythe Willson

• From "In State"

  o keeper of the Sacred Key,
  And the Great Seal of Destiny,
  Whose eye is the blue canopy, …

  Forceythe Willson

• Tellus

  Why here, on this third planet from the Sun,
  Fret we and smite against our prison-bars?
  Why not in Saturn, Mercury, or Mars, …

  William Reed Huntington

• Authority

  Launched upon ether float the worlds secure.
  Naught hath the truthful Maker to conceal.
  No trestle-work of adamant or steel …

  William Reed Huntington

• Whittier

  His fourscore years and five
  Are gone, like a tale that is told.
  The quick tears start, there ’s an ache at the heart, …

  Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

• Awakening

  Never yet was a springtime,
  Late though lingered the snow,
  That the sap stirred not at the whisper …

  Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

• Comrades

  One steed I have of common clay,
  And one no less than regal;
  By day I jog on old Saddlebags, …

  Henry Ames Blood

• The Two Mysteries

  We know not what it is, dear, this sleep so deep and still;
  The folded hands, the awful calm, the cheek so pale and chill;
  The lids that will not lift again, though we may call and call; …

  Mary Mapes Dodge

• Once Before

  Once before, this self-same air
  Passed me, though I know not where.
  Strange! how very like it came! …

  Mary Mapes Dodge

• The Stars

  They wait all day unseen by us, unfelt;
  Patient they bide behind the day’s full glare;
  And we, who watched the dawn when they were there, …

  Mary Mapes Dodge

• Shadow-Evidence

  Swift o’er the sunny grass,
  I saw a shadow pass
  With subtle charm,— …

  Mary Mapes Dodge

• From "The Brook"

  Through his million veins are poured
  The splendors of the heaven whence he fell.
  Wise above his thought is he: …

  William Bull Wright

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