John Trumbull Poems
- To A Young Lady In vain, fair Maid, you ask in vain, My pen ...
- To Ladies Of A Certain Age Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must ...
- The Country Clown Bred in distant woods, the clown Brings ...
- The Owl And The Sparrow In elder days, in Saturn's ...
- M'Fingal - Canto I When Yankies, skill'd in martial ...
- M'Fingal - Canto Ii The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two ...
- Beneath A Mountain's Brow "Beneath a mountain's brow, the ...
John Trumbull was an American poet.
Trumbull was born in what is now Watertown, Connecticut, where his father was a Congregational preacher. At the age of seven he passed his entrance examinations at Yale, but did not enter until 1763; he graduated in 1767, studied law there, and in 1771–1773 was a tutor. In 1773 he was admitted to the bar, in 1773–1774 practiced law in Boston, working in the law office of John Adams, and after 1774 practiced in New Haven, Connecticut. He was state attorney in 1789, a member of the Connecticut Assembly in 1792 and 1800, and a judge of the Superior Court in 1801–1819. The last six years of his life were spent in Detroit, ... more »
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To A Young Lady
In vain, fair Maid, you ask in vain,
My pen should try th' advent'rous strain,
And following truth's unalter'd law,
Attempt your character to draw.
I own indeed, that generous mind
That weeps the woes of human kind,
That heart by friendship's charms inspired,
That soul with sprightly fancy fired,
The air of life, the vivid eye,
The flowing wit, the keen reply--
To paint these beauties as they shine,
Might ask a nobler pen than mine.
Yet what sure strokes can draw the Fair,
Who vary, like the fleeting air,
Like willows bending to the ...