An age employed in edging steel Can no poetic raptures feel... No shaded stream, no quiet grove Can this fantastic century move.


Poems (1795). To an Author, st. 6

Philip Morin Freneau Quotes

An age employed in edging steel Can no poetic raptures feel... No shaded stream, no quiet grove Can this fantastic century move.

An age employed in edging steel Can no poetic raptures feel... No shaded stream, no quiet grove Can this fantastic century move.

An age employed in edging steel Can no poetic raptures feel... No shaded stream, no quiet grove Can this fantastic century move.

An age employed in edging steel Can no poetic raptures feel... No shaded stream, no quiet grove Can this fantastic century move.