Philip Freneau
Best-known poems
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The Wild Honeysuckle
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, …
All poems (13)
- Death's EpitaphDeath in this tomb his weary bones hath laid,
- EpitaphHere—for they could not help but die—
- Eutaw SpringsAt eutaw Springs the valiant died:
- On a Travelling SpeculatorOn scent of game from town to town he flew,
- On the Ruins of a Country InnWhere now these mingled ruins lie
- Plato to TheonThe grandeur of this earthly round,
- Song of ThyrsisThe turtle on yon withered bough,
- The Indian Burying-GroundIn spite of all the learned have said,
- The Parting GlassThe man that joins in life’s career
- The Scurrilous ScribeHis soul extracted from the public sink,
- The Wild HoneysuckleFair flower, that dost so comely grow,
- To a Caty-Didin a branch of willow hid
- To a Honey BeeThou, born to sip the lake or spring,