Born at Braintree in 1640, graduated at Harvard in 1662.
Among the first native-born Anglo-American poets, Tompson was born into a family of zealous Puritans. He became a schoolmaster for several towns around Boston, his most famous pupil being Cotton Mather. Tompson’s fame as a poet arose from his volume New Englands Crisis (1676) and its revision New Englands Tears (London, 1676), a ... more »
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Benjamin Tompson Poems
A Neighbours Tears
O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended knees Who dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries: That this rare plant is cropt before mine Eyes (Meer Shadow) left to write her Elegies.
When Londons fatal bills were blown abroad And few but Specters travel'd on the road, Not towns but men in the black bill enrol'd Were in Gazetts by Typographers sold:
On A Fortification At Boston Begun By Wo...
A Grand attempt some Amazonian Dames Contrive whereby to glorify their names, A Ruff for Boston Neck of mud and turfe, Reaching from side to side from surfe to surfe,
The Grammarians Funeral
Eight Parts of Speech this Day wear Mourning Gowns Declin'd Verbs, Pronouns, Participles, Nouns. And not declined, Adverbs and Conjunctions, In Lillies Porch they stand to do their functions.
Remarks On The Bright And Dark Side
But may a Rural Pen try to set forth Such a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worth I undertake a no less Arduous Theme Then the Old Sages found the Chaldae Dream
IN seventy five the Critick of our years Commenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers. Whither the sun in Leo had inspir'd A feav'rish heat, and Pagan spirits fir'd?
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A Neighbours Tears
O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended knees
Who dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries:
That this rare plant is cropt before mine Eyes
(Meer Shadow) left to write her Elegies.
Pray what brave Artist here can Understand
What one intends that takes a pen in hand?
Twas t'other day a place I visited
Where stands a palme, one limb where of is dead.
A bow'r which many years Thousands have shaded
By whome one Church was built: and Willard aided
Seeking the plat of Immortality
I saw no place secure but some must die
Treading that way their Ancient fathers did