Tag: William Dean Howells
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In Earliest Spring
In Earliest Spring William Dean Howells 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 Round the shuddering house, threatening of winter and death. But in my heart I feel the life of the…
Dan Yingst 