The Poems of Philip Freneau: Poet of the American Revolution, Volym 2

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University Library, 1902
 

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Sidan 369 - 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. Not so the ancients of these lands: $ The Indian, when from life released, Again is seated with his friends, And shares again the joyous feast. His imaged birds and painted bowl, And venison for a journey dressed, 10 Bespeak the nature of the soul — ACTIVITY that knows no rest.
Sidan 370 - 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.
Sidan 307 - 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.
Sidan 102 - Tis not the beauty of the morn 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.
Sidan 101 - 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!
Sidan 243 - On yonder lake I spread the sail no more! Vigour, and youth, and active days are past — Relentless demons urge me to that shore On whose black forests all the dead are cast: — Ye solemn train, prepare the funeral song, For I must go to shades below, Where all is strange and all is new ; Companion to the airy throng ! — What solitary streams, In dull and dreary dreams, All melancholy, must I rove along!
Sidan 102 - 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...
Sidan 334 - Nor nature takes her summer hue — Tell me, what has the muse to do ? An age employed in edging steel Can no poetic raptures feel ? No solitude's attracting power, No leisure of the noon -day hour, No shaded stream, no quiet grove, Can this fantastic century move.
Sidan 7 - 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.
Sidan 313 - The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low : Why so slow? — do you wait till I shrink from the pain? No— the son of Alknomook will never complain.

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