Poetic Openings : John Fletcher to Philip Freneau
Poet : John Fletcher :
Poem : Tis Late And Cold :
First Line : ’Tis late and cold; stir up the fire;
Poet : John Fletcher :
Poem : Weep No More :
First Line : Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Poet : Philip Freneau :
Poem : Emancipation From British Dependence :
First Line : Libera nos, Domine—Deliver us, O Lord,
Poet : Philip Freneau :
Poem : Ode :
First Line : God save the Rights of Man!
Poet : Philip Freneau :
Poem : On A Honey Bee :
First Line : Thou born to sip the lake or spring,
Poet : Philip Freneau :
Poem : On Retirement :
First Line : A hermit’s house beside a stream
Poet : Philip Freneau :
Poem : On The Death Of Dr. Benjamin Franklin :
First Line : Thus, some tall tree that long hath stood
Poet : Philip Freneau :
Poem : On The Universality And Other Attributes Of The God Of Nature :
First Line : All that we see, about, abroad,
Poet : Philip Freneau :
Poem : The Indian Burying Ground :
First Line : In spite of all the learn’d have said;
Poet : Philip Freneau :
Poem : The Republican Genius Of Europe :
First Line : Emporers and kings! in vain you strive
