Eleanor Agnes Lee
Eleanor Agnes Lee or "Wig"(as she liked to be known) was one of seven children. She was born in 1841 as the daughter of the Robert E. Lee who would go on to become a major Confederate General in the American Civil War.
Agnes spent much of her time in reading, studying, playing piano and in working in her garden. Agnes kept a fascinating journal during her childhood years, later published and entitled Growing Up in the 1850s.
Before leaving for boarding school in 1855, she and her sister Annie had a tutor, Miss Sue Poor, from whom they learned their love of music, English , French, and probably arithmetic. For a time Eleanor helped to instruct the ... more »
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Eleanor Agnes Lee Poems
Mary,the Christ long slain,passed silently, Following the children joyous astir Under the cedrus and the olive tree,
A Statue In The Garden
I was a goddess ere the marble found me. Wind, wind, delay not! Waft my spirit where the laurel crowned me! Will the wind stay not
Suddenly bells and flags! Suddenly -- door to door -- Tidings! Can we believe, We, who were used to war?
A Roman Doll
(In a Museum) How an image of paint and wood Leaped to her life with a love's control, Struck the chords of her motherhood,
The Wife Child, why do you linger beside her portal? None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor* All is dark, hidden in heaviest leafage.
On The Jail Steps
I've won the race. Young man, I'm new! Old Sallow-face Good luck to you!
The snow is lying very deep. My house is sheltered from the blast. I hear each muffled step outside, I hear each voice go past.
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Mary,the Christ long slain,passed silently,
Following the children joyous astir
Under the cedrus and the olive tree,
Pausing to let their laughter float to her--
Each voice an echo of a voice more dear,
She saw a little Christ in every face.
Then came another woman gliding near
To watch the tender life which filled the place.
And Mary sought the woman's hand and spoke:
' I know thee not, yet know thy memory tossed
With all a thousand dreams their eyes evoke
Who bring to thee a child beloved and lost.
' I ,too, have rocked my Little One.
And He was...