Beechenbrook – I (Margaret Junkin Preston Poems)
There is sorrow in Beechenbrook Cottage; the day Has been bright with the earliest glory of May; The blue of the sky ...
There is sorrow in Beechenbrook Cottage; the day Has been bright with the earliest glory of May; The blue of the sky ...
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and ...
The elder folks shook hands at last,Down seat by seat the signal passed.To simple ways like ours unused,Half solemnized and ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
THERE's silence in the princely halls,And brightly blaze the lighted walls,While clouds of musk and incense riseFrom vases of a ...
Since the first human eyes saw the first timidstars break through Heaven and shine,Surely never a man was bowed down ...
While the fierce Contest rages from afar,And hostile Pamphlets breathe alternate War:The carnal Priests at ev'ry Shock o'erthrown,Now trust to ...
FROM HER FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY.By especial request I take up my pen,To write a few lines to my dear ...
As then, no winde at all there blew,No swelling cloude accloid the aire:The skie, like glasse of watchet hew,Reflected Phoebus' ...
1My voice rings out, this time, from DamascusIt rings out from the house of my mother and fatherIn Sham. The ...
I.Thrice hath the spring beheld thy faded fame Since I exulting grasp'd the tuneful shell: Eager through endless years to sound thy ...
"I leave my child to Heaven." And with these wordsUpon her lips, the Lady Mildred passedUnto the rest prepared for her ...
Thou who wert born of Psyche and of LoveAnd fondly nurst on Poesy's warm breast Painting, oh, power adored! My country's sons ...
You say, as one who shapes a life,That you will never be a wife,And, laughing lightly, ask my aidTo paint ...
ITHERE was an instant when he might have saidHe could not see the lady; but insteadHe nodded with a blank, ...
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
This poem. is valuable on account of the light it throws on the antiquity of Ossian's compositions. The Caracul mentioned ...
SCENE I.--A WOODED MOUNTAIN IN BLOOM--TIMESUNRISE--ENTER LOVER SOLUS.This is my fair resort, the Summer SunIs rising there, the ocean gleams ...
The succession of day and nightIs the architect of events.The succession of day and nightIs the fountain-head of life and ...
Argument:The Queen of Hearts,She made some tartsAll on a summer's day;The Knave of Hearts,He stole those tartsAnd carried them away!The ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
'Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the sailAre flickering in ribbons within the fierce gale:From the stark night ...
ITHE CASTLE Down the Savoy valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, 'Mid the distant mountain-chalets Hark! what bell for church is toll'd? In the ...
Up in the Highlands of ScotlandThe fairies are very rude;I do not know if all are so-Some of them may ...
Malvina, the daughter of Toscar, is overheard by Ossian lamenting the death of Oscar her lover. Ossian, to divert her ...
I: ENGLANDThere lies an isle, a splendour of the seaHaunting as Babylon, illustrious as Rome:A race of Saxon freemen there ...
I SCORN the man-a fool at most, And ignorant and blind-Who loves to go about and boast "He understands mankind."I thought I ...
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESSTHE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES.AIR -- TRIO.ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise,And ...
WOE to the rich, and mercilessly-proud,Who stops his ears against the beggar's cry!Unheard, unpity'd, he shall cry aloudFrom Hell's abyss, ...
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