Daily Novel - Veratales

Are you someone who likes about Beechenbrook Part 6? Then this article is what you should be looking for. Beechenbrook is a Webnovel created by Margaret Junkin Preston. This lightnovel is currently completed. A simple, sodded mound of earth, Without a line above it; With only daily votive flowers To prove that any love it: The token flag that silently Each breeze's visit numbers, Alone keeps martial ward above The hero's dreamless slumbers. No name?--no record? Ask the world; The world has read his story-- If all its annals can unfold A prouder tale of glory:-- If ever merely human life Hath taught diviner moral,-- If ever round a worthier brow Was twined a purer laurel! A twelvemonth only, since his sword Went flashing through the battle-- A twelvemonth only, since his ear Heard war's last deadly rattle-- And yet, have countless pilgrim-feet The pilgrim's guerdon paid him, And weeping women come to see The place where they have laid him. Contending armies bring, i...

Are you someone who likes about Beechenbrook Part 5? Then this article is what you should be looking for. Beechenbrook is a Webnovel created by Margaret Junkin Preston. This lightnovel is currently completed. The Chaplain's recital is ended:--no word From Alice's white, breathless lips has been heard; Till, rousing herself from her pa.s.sionless woe, She simply and quietly says--"I will go." There are moments of anguish so deadly, so deep-- That numbness seems over the senses to creep, With interposition, whose timely relief, Is an anodyne-draught to the madness of grief. Such mercy is meted to Alice;--her eye That sees as it saw not, is vacant and dry: The billows' wild fury sweeps over her soul, And she bends to the rush with a pa.s.sive control. Through the dusk of the night--through the glare of the day, She urges, unconscious, her desolate way: One image is ever her vision before, --That blanketed form on the hospital floor! Her journey is ended; and yon...

Are you someone who likes about Beechenbrook Part 4? Then this article is what you should be looking for. Beechenbrook is a Webnovel created by Margaret Junkin Preston. This lightnovel is currently completed. Oh! sirs!--there lurks a fiercer foe, Than this that treads your soil, Who springs from unseen ambuscades, To drag you as his spoil. He drugs the heedless conscience, till, No wary watch it keeps, And parleys with the treacherous heart, While fast the warder sleeps. He captive leads the wavering will With specious words, and fair, And enters the beleaguered soul, And rules, a conqueror there. Will ye who fling defiance forth, Against a temporal foe, And rather die, than stoop to wear The chains that gall you so,-- Will ye succ.u.mb beneath a power, That grasps at full control, And binds its helpless victims down In servitude of soul? Nay,--act like brave men, as ye are,-- Nor let the despot, sin, Wrest those immortal rights away, Which Christ has died to win. For Heaven--bes...

Are you someone who likes about Beechenbrook Part 3? Then this article is what you should be looking for. Beechenbrook is a Webnovel created by Margaret Junkin Preston. This lightnovel is currently completed. She dares not to stir with a question, _her_ woe, One word,--and the bitter-brimm'd heart would o'erflow: But speechless, and moveless, and stony of eye, Scarce conscious of aught in the earth or the sky, In a swoon of the heart, all her senses have reeled,-- But she prays for endurance,--for here is the field. The flight and pursuit, so hara.s.sing, so hot, Have drifted all combatants far from the spot: And through the spa.r.s.e woodlands, and over the plain, Lie gorily scattered, the wounded and slain. Oh! the sickness,--the shudder,--the quailing of fear, As it leaps to her lips,--"What if Dougla.s.s be here!" Yet she frames not a question; her spirit can bear Oh! anything,--all things, but hopeless despair: Does her darling lie stretched on the slope of ...

Are you someone who likes about Beechenbrook Part 2? Then this article is what you should be looking for. Beechenbrook is a Webnovel created by Margaret Junkin Preston. This lightnovel is currently completed. "I turn a deaf ear to the scream of the wind, I leave the rude camp and the forest behind; And Beechenbrook, wrapped in its raiment of white, Is tauntingly filling my vision to-night. I catch my sweet little ones' innocent mirth, I watch your dear face, as you sit at the hearth; And I know, by the tender expression I see, I know that my darling is musing of me. Does her thought dim the blaze?--Does it shed through the room A chilly, unseen, and yet palpable gloom? Ah! then we are equal! _You_ share all my pain, And _I_ halve your blessedness with you again! "Don't think that my hardships are bitter to bear; Don't think I repine at the soldier's rough fare; If ever a thought so unworthy steals on, I look upon Ashby,--and lo! it is gone! Such chivalry...

Are you someone who likes about Beechenbrook Part 1? Then this article is what you should be looking for. Beechenbrook is a Webnovel created by Margaret Junkin Preston. This lightnovel is currently completed. Beechenbrook. by Margaret J. Preston. I. There is sorrow in Beechenbrook Cottage; the day Has been bright with the earliest glory of May; The blue of the sky is as tender a blue As ever the sunshine came shimmering through: The songs of the birds and the hum of the bees, As they merrily dart in and out of the trees,-- The blooms of the orchard, as sifting its snows, It mingles its odors with hawthorn and rose,-- The voice of the brook, as it lapses unseen,-- The laughter of children at play on the green,-- Insist on a picture so cheerful, so fair, Who ever would dream that a grief could be there! The last yellow sunbeam slides down from the wall, The purple of evening is ready to fall; The gladness of daylight is gone, and the gloom Of something like sadness is over the room....