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On The Ruins Of A Country Inn by
Philip Freneau.
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a guest forgot his woes. No more this dome, by tempests torn, Affords a ...
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On Retirement by
Philip Freneau.
A HERMIT'S house beside a stream With forests planted round,Whatever it to you may seemMore real happiness I deem Than if I were a monarch crowned.A cottage I could call my own Remote from domes of care;A little ...
Poem
The Wild Honey Suckle by
Philip Freneau.
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,Hid in this silent, dull retreat,Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,Unseen thy little branches greet;...No roving foot shall crush thee here,...No busy hand provoke a tear.By Nature's self in white ...
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The Indian Burying Ground by
Philip Freneau.
In spite of all the learn'd have said;I still my old opinion keep,The posture, that we give the dead,Points out the soul's eternal sleep.Not so the ancients of these lands --The Indian, when from life ...
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On A Honey Bee by
Philip Freneau.
Thou born to sip the lake or spring,Or quaff the waters of the stream,Why hither come on vagrant wing?--Does Bacchus tempting seem--Did he, for you, the glass prepare?--Will I admit you to a share?Did storms ...
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On The Death Of Dr. Benjamin Franklin by
Philip Freneau.
Thus, some tall tree that long hath stood The glory of its native wood, By storms destroyed, or length of years, Demands the tribute of our tears. The pile, that took long time to raise, ...
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To The Memory Of The Brave Americans by
Philip Freneau.
Under General Greene, in South Carolina, who fell in the action of September 8, 1781AT Eutaw Springs the valiant died; Their limbs with dust are covered o'er--Weep on, ye springs, your tearful tide; How many heroes are no ...
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Ode by
Philip Freneau.
GOD save the Rights of Man!Give us a heart to scanBlessings so dear:Let them be spread aroundWherever man is found,And with the welcome soundRavish his ear.Let us with France agree,And bid the world be free,While ...
Poem
The Republican Genius Of Europe by
Philip Freneau.
Emporers and kings! in vain you striveYour torments to conceal--The age is come that shakes your thrones,Tramples in dust despotic crowns,And bids the sceptre fail.In western worlds the flame began:From thence to France it flew--Through ...
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To A New England Poet by
Philip Freneau.
Though skilled in Latin and in Greek,And earning fifty cents a week,Such knowledge, and the income, too,Should teach you better what to do:The meanest drudges, kept in pay,Can pocket fifty cents a day.Why stay in ...
