Margaret Junkin Preston

(1820-1897 / USA)

Margaret Junkin Preston Poems

1. Beechenbrook - Iii 10/12/2010
2. Beechenbrook - Iv 10/12/2010
3. Beechenbrook - Ix 10/12/2010
4. Beechenbrook - V 10/12/2010
5. Beechenbrook - Vi 10/12/2010
6. Beechenbrook - Vii 10/12/2010
7. Beechenbrook - Viii 10/12/2010
8. Beechenbrook - X 10/12/2010
9. A November Nocturne 10/12/2010
10. Beechenbrook - I 10/12/2010
11. Dirge For Ashby 10/12/2010
12. Gone Forward 10/12/2010
13. Jackson. A Sonnet 10/12/2010
14. Virginia Capta 10/12/2010
15. When The War Is Over 10/12/2010
16. Virginia. A Sonnet 10/12/2010
17. Hymn To The National Flag 10/12/2010
18. Beechenbrook - Ii 10/12/2010
19. Acceptation 10/12/2010
20. Before Death 10/12/2010
21. Calling The Angels In 10/12/2010
22. Stonewall Jackson's Grave 10/12/2010
23. A Grave In Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond (J.R.T.) 10/12/2010
24. The Shade Of The Trees 10/12/2010
25. Only A Private 10/12/2010
26. The Bivouac In The Snow 10/12/2010

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The Bivouac In The Snow

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 wood to kindle
Fires amidst the snow.

Round the bright blaze gather,
Heed not sleet or cold;
Ye are Spartan soldiers,
Stout and brave and bold.
Never Xerxian army
Yet subdued a foe
Who but asked a blanket
On a bed of snow.

Shivering, 'midst the darkness,
Christian men are found,
There devoutly kneeling
On the frozen ground-
Pleading for their country,
In its hour of woe-
For ...

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A November Nocturne

The autumn air sweeps faint and chill
Across the maple-crested hill;
And on my ear
Falls, tingling clear,
A strange, mysterious, woodland thrill.

From utmost twig, from scarlet crown
Untouched with yet a tinct of brown,
Reluctant, slow,

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