Who is Margaret Junkin Preston

Margaret Junkin Preston (May 19, 1820 – March 28, 1897) was an American poet and author.BiographyShe was born in Milton, Pennsylvania, in 1820. Her father was George Junkin, a Presbyterian minister and college president. She learned Latin and Ancient Greek at the age of twelve. She married Major John Thomas Lewis Preston in 1857, a professor of Latin at Virginia Military Institute. Her sister, Elinor (Ellie), had in 1853 married Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson, a colleague of Preston's at VMI. Major Preston served on the staff of Stonewall Jackson during the Civil War.She wrote many volumes of prose and poetry, and published some of her writing in the Southern Literary Messenger and Graham's Magazine. She also published a few articles in Harper's Magazine. Preston's 1856 novel Silverwood is a...
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  • The First Thanksgiving
    “And now,” said the Governor,
    gazing abroad on the piled-up store
    Of the sheaves that dotted the clearings
    and covered the meadows o'er,...
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Rain 1 Quiet 1 Long 1 Good 1 White 1 Sweet 1 Wild 1 Today 1 Sun 1 Snow 1


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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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