Philip Freneau

(1752 - 1832)

Poems of Philip Freneau

1. Eutaw Springs 1/1/2004
2. On A Honey Bee 1/13/2003
3. On The Death Of Dr. Benjamin Franklin 1/13/2003
4. The Indian Burying Ground 1/13/2003
5. The Republican Genius Of Europe 1/13/2003
6. The Wild Honey-Suckle 1/13/2003
7. To A New England Poet 1/13/2003

To A New England Poet

Though skilled in Latin and in Greek,
And earning fifty cents a week,
Such knowledge, and the income, too,
Should teach you better what to do:
The meanest drudges, kept in pay,
Can pocket fifty cents a day.

Why stay in such a tasteless land,
Where all must on a level stand,

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