• A fleet with flags arrayed
      Sailed from the port of Brest,
    And the Admiral’s ship displayed
      The signal: “Steer southwest.”
    For this Admiral D’Anville
      Had sworn by cross and crown
    To ravage with fire and steel
      Our helpless Boston Town.

    There were rumors in the street,
      In the houses there was fear
    Of the...

  • My little devices to live till Monday would woo your sad attention - Full of work and plots and little happinesses the Thought of you protracts them all and makes them sham and cold -

          How fleet - how indiscreet an one -

          how always wrong is Love -

          The joyful little Deity

          We are not scourged to serve -...