Beechenbrook – III (Margaret Junkin Preston Poems)
Ye, who by the couches of languishing ones, Have watched through the rising and setting of suns,-- Who, silent, behind the close ...
Ye, who by the couches of languishing ones, Have watched through the rising and setting of suns,-- Who, silent, behind the close ...
When fierce and fast-thronging calamities rush Resistless as destiny o'er us, and crush The life from the quivering heart till we feel Like ...
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;All summer he moistens his verdant steepsWith the sweet ...
I.IT glooms forlornly 'mid wan ocean dunes,A desolate grave-mound on a dreary lea,Touched by sad splendors of gray-misted moons,Or veiled ...
We know no mithridatum of despairas drunks, the angry penguins of the night,straddling the cobbles of the square,tying a shoelace ...
I stood beside a pool, from whence ascended,Mounting the cloudy platforms of the wind,A stately heron; its soaring I attended,Till ...
My thoughts arise and fade in solitude,The verse that would invest them melts awayLike moonlight in the heaven of spreading ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden ...
It was the stage-driver's story, as he stood with his back to the wheelers,Quietly flecking his whip, and turning his ...
IN this rejoicing time, when sun and shower In shining alternation rule the sky, And the brown fields are shadow'd ...
Give me a spot in the sun, With a lizard basking by me, In Sicily, over the ...
Within these walls, here oft you weary strove.From out this Town, historic in its nameWent Ranger forth to battle scars ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
HE lived on the wings of storm. The ashes are in Chihuahua. Out of Ludlow and coal towns in Colorado ...
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