Who is Margaret Junkin Preston

Margaret Junkin Preston (May 19, 1820 – March 28, 1897) was an American poet and author.

Biography

She 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...
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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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Top 10 most used topics by Margaret Junkin Preston

Rain 1 Quiet 1 Long 1 Good 1 White 1 Sweet 1 Wild 1 Today 1 Sun 1 Snow 1


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Quotebread: “the lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.” – margaret junkin preston
Ashlinleather: “but see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!” – margaret junkin preston.
Melaniejaxn: “but see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!” – margaret junkin preston
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Life Is But A Dream
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A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear

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