Poems Written and Published During the American Revolutionary War

Freneau, Philip M.

ISBN 10: 0820111732 / ISBN 13: 9780820111735

Published by Scholars Facsimilies & Reprint, Delmar, 1976

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Hardcover, 8vo., Ex-Lib, with usual faults, otherwise a clean, tight copy. Facsimile reprint of the third edition. Two volumes in one.

Seller Inventory # 000616

Bibliographic Details

• Title: Poems Written and Published During the American Revolutionary War
• Publisher: Scholars Facsimilies & Reprint, Delmar
• Publication Date: 1976
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0820111732
• ISBN 13: 9780820111735
• Binding: Hardcover
• Condition: Good

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Synopsis

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1809 edition. Excerpt: ...his fate awhile, And Whitehead, thou to write his Epitaph.--MANHATTAN CITY: A PICTURE. FAIR mistress of a warlike State, What crime of thine deserves this fate? While other ports to Freedom rise, In thee that flame of honour die6. With wars and horrors overspread, Seven years, and more, we fought and bled: Seized British hosts and Hessian bands, And all--to leave you in their hands. While British tribes forsake our plains. In you, a ghastly herd remains: Must vipers to your halls repair; Must poison taint that purest air? Ah! what a scene torments the eye: In thee, what putrid monsters lie! What dirt, and mud, and mouldering walls, Burnt domes, dead dogs, and funerals! Those grassy banks, where oft we stood, And fondly vievted the passing flood; There, owls obscene, that day-light shun, Pollute the waters, as they run. Thus in the east--once Asia's queen--Palmyra's tottering towers.are seen; While through her streets the serpent feeds, Thus she puts on her mourning weeds! Lo! Skinner there for Scotia hails The sweepings of Cesarean jails: While, to receive the odious freight, A thousand sable transports wait. Had he been born in days of old When men with gods their 'squires enrolled, Hermes had claimed his aid above, Arch-quibbler in the courts of Jove. k O chief, that wrangled at the bar--Grown old in less successful war; What crowds of miscreants round you stand, What vagrants bow to your command! A RENEGADO EPISTLE. DARK glooms the day that sees me leave this shore, To which fate whispers we must come no more: From civil broils what dire disasters flow--Those broils condemn me to a land of woe Where barren pine trees shade the dreary steep, Frown o'er the soil or murmur to the deep, Where sullen fogs their heavy wings expand, And nine...