Alice Brown (December 5, 1856 – June 21, 1948) was an American novelist, poet and playwright, best known as a writer of local color stories. She also contributed a chapter to the collaborative novel, The Whole Family (1908).
She was born in Hampton Falls, New Hampshire and graduated from Robinson Seminary in Exeter in 1876. She later worked as a schoolteacher, but moved to Boston to write full-time in 1884. She first worked at the Christian Register and then, starting in 1885, the Youth's Companion.
She was a prolific author for many years, but her popularity waned after the turn of the century. She produced a book a year until she stopped writing in 1935. She ... more »
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Alice Brown Poems
A Benedictine Garden
Through all the wind-blown aisles of May, Faint bells of perfume swing and fall. Within this apple-petalled wall
WITHDRAW thee, soul, from strife. Enter thine unseen bark, And sail across the dark, The silent sea of life.
O LIVING image of eternal youth! Wrought with such large simplicity of truth That, now the pattern’s made and on the shelf,
Sunrise On Mansfield Mountain
O swift forerunners, rosy with the race! Spirits of dawn, divinely manifest Behind your blushing banners in the sky,
WHAT, comrade of a night, No sooner meet than fight? Before the word, the blow? Well, be it so.
Seal thou the window! Yea, shut out the light And bar my door to all the airs of spring. Yet in my cell, concealed from curious sight,
Thou wilt not look on me? Ah, well! the world is wide; The rivers still are rolling free, Song and the sword abide;
Sweet is the time for joyous folk Of gifts and minstrelsy; Yet I, O lowly-hearted One, Crave but Thy company.
O hearken, all ye little weeds That lie beneath the snow, (So low, dear hearts, in poverty so low!) The sun hath risen for royal deeds,
A West-Country Lover
Then, lady, at last thou art sick of my sighing. Good-bye! So long as I sue, thou wilt still be denying? Good-bye!
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A Benedictine Garden
Through all the wind-blown aisles of May,
Faint bells of perfume swing and fall.
Within this apple-petalled wall
(A gray east, flecked with rosy day)
The pink laburnum lays her cheek
In married, matchless, lovely bliss,
Against her golden mate, to seek
His airy kiss.
Tulips, in faded splendor drest,
Brood o'er their beds, a slumbrous gloom.
Dame Peony, red and ripe with bloom,
Swells the silk housing of her breast.
The Lilac, drunk to ecstasy,
Breaks her full flagons on the air,
And drenches home the reeling bee
Who found her fair.