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 ...
'Tis Autumn,--and Nature the forest has hung With arras more gorgeous than ever was flung From Gobelin looms,--all so varied, so rare, As ...
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, ...
YES, "Let the tent be struck": victorious morning Through every crevice flashes in a day Magnificent beyond all earth's adorning: The night is ...
I How much would I care for it, could I know That when I am under the grass or snow, The ravelled garment ...
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 ...
I read the marble-lettered name, And half in bitterness I said,"As Dante from Ravenna came, Our poet came from exile-dead."And yet, had ...
Float aloft, thou stainless banner! Azure cross and field of light;Be thy brilliant stars the symbol Of the pure and true and ...
Only a private — and who will care When I may pass away,Or how, or why I perish, or where I mix ...
What are the thoughts that are stirring his breast? What is the mystical vision he sees?—"Let us pass over the river, ...
We mean to do it. Some day, some day,We mean to slacken this feverish rushThat is wearing our very souls ...
The autumn air sweeps faint and chillAcross the maple-crested hill;And on my earFalls, tingling clear,A strange, mysterious, woodland thrill.From utmost ...
We do accept thee, heavenly Peace! Albeit thou comest in a guise Unlooked for—undesired, our eyesWelcome through tears the sweet releaseFrom war, ...
Halt!—the march is over, Day is almost done;Loose the cumbrous knapsack, Drop the heavy gun.Chilled and wet and weary, Wander to and fro,Seeking ...
Thank God for such a Hero!--Fearless hold His diamond character beneath the sun, And brighter scintillations, one by one, Come flashing from it. ...
Grandly thou fillest the world's eye to-day, My proud Virginia! When the gage was thrown-- The deadly gage of battle--thou, alone, Strong in ...
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