Beechenbrook – II (Margaret Junkin Preston Poems)
The feathery foliage has broadened its leaves, And June, with its beautiful mornings and eves, Its magical atmosphere, breezes and blooms, Its woods ...
The feathery foliage has broadened its leaves, And June, with its beautiful mornings and eves, Its magical atmosphere, breezes and blooms, Its woods ...
The lull of the Winter is over; and Spring Comes back, as delicious and buoyant a thing, As airy, and fairy, and ...
There is sorrow in Beechenbrook Cottage; the day Has been bright with the earliest glory of May; The blue of the sky ...
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 ...
"My Douglass! my darling!--there once was a time, When we to each other confessed the sublime And perfect sufficiency love could bestow, On ...
"I am weary and worn,--I am hungry and chill, And cuttingly strikes the keen blast o'er the hill; All day I have ...
"To-morrow is Christmas!"--and clapping his hands, Little Archie in joyful expectancy stands, And watches the shadows, now short and now tall, That momently ...
A simple, sodded mound of earth, Without a line above it; With only daily votive flowers To prove that any love it: The token ...
A CHRISTMAS LAY.I. Ah! the happy Christmas times! Times we all remember;-- Times that flung a ruddy glow O'er the gray December;-- Will they never ...
"Break, my heart, and ease this pain-- Cease to throb, thou tortured brain; Let me die,--since he is slain, --Slain in battle! Blessed brow, ...
APRIL 9TH, 1865.I. Unconquered captive!--close thine eye, And draw the ashen sackcloth o'er, And in thy speechless woe deplore The fate that would not ...
Heard ye that thrilling word — Accent of dread —Fall, like a thunderbolt, Bowing each head?Over the battle dun,Over each booming gun ...
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