Prologue To A Comedy (Philip Morin Freneau Poems)
WARS, bloody wars, and hostile Britain's rageHave banished long the pleasures of the stage;From the gay painted scene compelled to ...
WARS, bloody wars, and hostile Britain's rageHave banished long the pleasures of the stage;From the gay painted scene compelled to ...
I am not ambitious at all: I am not a poet, I know (Though I do love to see a mere scrawl To ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
O fils du Mincius, je te salue, ? toi Par qui le dieu des arts fut roi du peuple-roi! Et ...
A QUIET, simple man was Abel Keene,He meant no harm, nor did he often mean;He kept a school of loud ...
OBSERVE that tall pale Veteran! what a lookOf shame and guilt!--who cannot read that book?Misery and mirth are blended in ...
SUR L'ENTR?E TRIOMPHALE DES SUISSES R?VOLT?S ET AMNISTI?S DU R?GIMENT ...
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
I.THOU com'st, in beauty, on my gaze at last,"On Susquehannah's side, fair Wyoming!"Image of many a dream, in hours long ...
Salut, divin Triomphe! entre dans nos murailles!Rends-nous ces guerriers illustr?sPar le sang de D?sille, et par les fun7eacute;raillesDe tant de ...
Voltaire, D'Alembert, and Dider?t.Three spirits linking made a triple mind, Then scorning customs shook the stars apart, And but with ...
Out of the railroad eating house Comes a lean brown man, And putting down his pack Sits smoking a cigarette. ...
It was a weakness of Voltaire'sTo forget to say his prayers,And one of which to his shameHe never overcame.(Edmund Clerihew ...
Since Reverend Doctors now declare That clerks and people must prepare To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold the ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
Rousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De Sta?l -- Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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