The Indian Burying Ground (Philip Freneau Poem)
In spite of all the learn'd have said; I still my old opinion keep, The posture, that we give the ...
In spite of all the learn'd have said; I still my old opinion keep, The posture, that we give the ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its ...
"May be true what I had heard, Earth's a howling wilderness Truculent with fraud and force," Said I, strolling through ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But ...
At break of day we rested, the contest of our wills declined to wrest the peace away and where the ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
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