Ages of Man, Seasons of the Year, together with an exact Epitome of the three first Monarchyes, namely, the Assyrian, Persian, Grecian, and Romane Commonwealth, from the beginning to the end of their last King, with diverse other pleasant and serious Poems, by a Gentlewoman in New England. (Mrs. Anne Bradstreet.) The second Edition, corrected by the author, and enlarged by an addition of several poems found amongst her papers after her death. Boston, John Foster, 1678. 18mo, pp. 255.

A Lachrymatory, designed for the tears let fall at the funeral of Mrs. Sarah Leveret, who died 2d 11mo. 1704, 5. Boston, Samuel Phillips, 1705. 18mo, pp. 4. (With a Funeral Sermon.)

Meat out of the Eater, or Meditations concerning the necessity and usefulness of Affliction unto God's children, all tending to prepare them for, and comfort them under the cross. By Michael Wigglesworth, corrected and amended by the author in the year 1703. The Fifth Edition. Boston, J. Allen for Robert Starke, 1717. 18mo, pp. 143.

Psalterium Americanum, the book of Psalms, in a translation exactly conformed unto the original, but all in blank verse ; fitted unto the tunes commonly used in our churches. Which pure offering is accompanied with illustrations digging for hidden treasures in it, and rules to employ it upon the glorious and various intentions of it. Whereto are added some other portions of the Sacred Scripture to enrich the Cantional. (By Cotton Mather.) Boston, S. Kneeland, 1718. 12mo, pp. 426.

Pitchero Threnodia, or an Elegiack Poem, sacred to the memory of the late Rev: Nathaniel Pitcher, Pastor of the North Church in Scituate &c. Boston, B. Green, 1724. 12mo, pp. 12.

A Monumental Gratitude attempted, in a poetical relation of the deliverance of several of the members of Yale College, in passing the Sound from South Hold to New Haven, August 20th, 1726. New London, T. Green, 1727. pp. 10.

Zeuma, or the Love of Liberty, a Poem in three books, by James Ralph. London, S. Billingsley, 1729. 8vo.

To His Excellency Governor Belcher, on the Death of his Lady. An Epistle by the Rev: Mr. Byles. Boston, 1736. 4to, pp. 8.

On the death of the Queen, a poem, inscribed to His Excellency Governor Belcher, by the Rev: Mr. Byles. Boston, J. Draper, for D. Henchman, 1738. 4to, pp. 7.

The Day of Doom, or a poetical description of the great and last Judgment, with a short discourse about Eternity, by Michael Wigglesworth, AM., Teacher of the Church in Maldon, New England. The seventh edition enlarged. Boston, Thomas Fleet, 1751. 18mo, pp. 114.

The Choice, a Poem after the manner of Mr. Pomfret. By a Young Gentleman (B. Church). Boston, Edes & Gill, 1757. 4to, pp. 15.

New England's Misery. The Procuring Cause and Remedy Proposed. Composed October 1758. Boston, Z. Fowle & S. Draper, 1758. 12mo, pp. 15.

Ode on the Glorious success of His Majesty's arms and present greatness of the English Nation (Nathaniel Evans). Philadelphia, William Dunlop, 1762. 4to, pp. 14.

Science. A Poem by Francis Hopkinson Esq. Philadelphia, William Dunlop, 1762. 4to, pp. 19.

Resignation, in two parts, with a postscript to Mrs. BPhiladelphia, 1764. 8vo.

Juvenile Poems on various subjects, with the Prince of Parthia, a tragedy. By the late Mr. Thomas Godfrey jr. of Philadelphia. Philadelphia, Henry Miller, 1765. 4to, pp. 223.

An Elegiac poem on the death of that celebrated divine and eminent servant of Jesus Christ, the Rev: George Whitefield, &c., by Phillis, a female slave of 17 years of age, belonging to Mr. J. Wheatley of Boston. She has been but 9 years in this country from Africa. Boston, Ezekiel Russell & J. Boyles, 1770.

A Poem on the rising glory of America, being an exercise delivered at the public Commencement at Nassau Hall, September 28th, 1771 (Wm. Smith & P. Freneau). Philadelphia, P. Aitken, 1772. 8vo, pp. 27.

A poem addressed to a young lady, in three parts. Written at Antigua. Boston, Green and Russell, 1773. 4to, pp. 33. The Progress of Dullness, &c. (J. Trumbull.) Thomas & Samuel Green, 1773. 12mo, pp. 21.

New Haven,

Poems on various subjects, Religious and Moral, by Phillis Wheatley, negro servant to Mr. John Wheatley of Boston in New England. London, A. Ball, 1773. 12mo, pp. 124.

American Liberty, a Poem. New York, 1775. 8vo.

The Battle of Bunker's Hill, a Dramatic Piece, with a Military Song. Philadelphia, 1776. 8vo.

POETRY OF AMERICA.

1776 To 1876.

PHILIP FRENEAU.

Born in New York City 1752-died 1832.

THE WILD HONEYSUCKLE. (1782.)

FAIR flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouch'd thy honey'd blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet:
No roving foot shall crush thee here,
No busy hand provoke a tear.

By Nature's self in white array'd,
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
And planted here the guardian shade,
And sent soft waters murmuring by:
Thus quietly thy summer goes—
Thy days declining to repose.

Smit with those charms, that must decay,
I grieve to see your future doom;

They died-nor were those flowers more gay—
The flowers that did in Eden bloom;

Unpitying frosts and Autumn's power

Shall leave no vestige of this flower.

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From morning suns and evening dews
At first thy little being came:
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
For when you die you are the same;
The space between is but an hour,
The frail duration of a flower.

THE INDIAN BURYING GROUND.

In spite of all the learn'd have said,
I still my old opinion keep:
The posture that we give the dead,
Points out the soul's eternal sleep.

Not so the ancients of these lands-
The Indian, when from life released,
Again is seated with his friends,

And shares again the joyous feast.

His imaged birds, and painted bowl,
And venison, for a journey dress'd,
Bespeak the nature of the soul,
Activity, that knows no rest.

His bow, for action ready bent,
And arrows with a head of stone,
Can only mean that life is spent,

And not the finer essence gone.

Thou, Stranger! that shalt come this way,
No fraud upon the dead commit;
Observe the swelling turf, and say,-
They do not lie, but here they sit.

Here still a lofty rock remains,

On which the curious eye may trace (Now wasted, half, by wearing rains) The fancies of a ruder race.