The Poems of Philip Freneau: Poet of the American Revolution, Volume 2University Library, 1902 |
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¹ First published ¹ Published André army Arnold barque bold brave Britain British Britons captain charms climes Clinton Cornwallis crew crown curse dark dead dear death devil dream dull edition of 1795 edition of 1809 eyes fame fate fear fled fleet Freeman's Journal Freneau gale gloomy grief groves heart heaven honour Hyder Ali Jamaica Jemmy JOHN TUCK JOSEPH REED Jove king land later editions muse native ne'er never night o'er peace Philadelphia Philip Freneau plain poem Port-Royal Portable Soup pride printer proud rage rebels reign retreat rise Rivington's round Royal Gazette ruin sail scene seas shade shew ship shore sigh Sir Henry Sir Henry Clinton slaves soon soul streams tell tempests thee thou throne toils Tories Twas tyrant verse vext virtue wave Whigs winds wretched York
Popular passages
Page 372 - Here still a lofty rock remains, On which the curious eye may trace (Now wasted, half, by wearing rains) The fancies of a ruder race.
Page 308 - THE WILD HONEY SUCKLE 1 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.
Page 309 - Thus quietly thy summer goes, Thy days declining to repose. Smit with those charms, that must decay, I grieve to see your future doom; They died — nor were those flowers more gay, The flowers that did in Eden bloom; Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power Shall leave no vestige of this flower. From morning suns and evening dews At first thy little being came: If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same; The space between, is but an hour, The frail duration of a flower.
Page 103 - At 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 more! If in this wreck of ruin, they Can yet be thought to claim a tear, O smite your gentle breast, and say The friends of freedom slumber here!
Page 104 - That proves the evening shall be clear. — They saw their injured country's woe; The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear — but left the shield. Led by thy conquering genius, Greene, The Britons they compelled to fly; None distant viewed the fatal plain, None grieved, in such a cause to die...
Page 104 - Led by thy conquering genius, Greene, The Britons they compelled to fly; None distant viewed the fatal plain, None grieved, in such a cause to die — But, like the Parthian, famed of old, Who, flying, still their arrows threw, These routed Britons, full as bold, Retreated, and retreating slew. Now rest in peace, our patriot band; Though far from nature's limits thrown, We trust they find a happier land, A brighter sunshine of their own.
Page 9 - You left all you had for his honour and glory, And he will remember the suffering Tory: We have, it is true, Some small work to do; But here's for your pay Twelve coppers a day, And never regard what the rebels may say, But throw off your jerkins and labour away.
Page 252 - Unmoved, he hears the tempests roar, That on the tufted groves expire: Alas! on us they doubly fall, Our feeble barque must bear them all. Now to their haunts the birds retreat, The squirrel seeks his hollow tree, Wolves in their shaded caverns meet, All, all are blest but wretched we — Foredoomed...
Page 371 - In spite of all the learned have said, I still my old opinion keep: The posture that we give the dead Points out the soul's eternal sleep.