John Trumbull Poems
- The Country Clown Bred in distant woods, the clown Brings ...
- M'Fingal - Canto I When Yankies, skill'd in martial ...
- To A Young Lady In vain, fair Maid, you ask in vain, My pen ...
- The Owl And The Sparrow In elder days, in Saturn's ...
- M'Fingal - Canto Iii Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce ...
- To Ladies Of A Certain Age Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must ...
- M'Fingal - Canto Ii The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two ...
John Trumbull was an American poet.
Trumbull was born in what is now Watertown, Connecticut, where his father was a Congregational preacher. At the age of seven he passed his entrance examinations at Yale, but did not enter until 1763; he graduated in 1767, studied law there, and in 1771–1773 was a tutor. In 1773 he was admitted to the bar, in 1773–1774 practiced law in Boston, working in the law office of John Adams, and after 1774 practiced in New Haven, Connecticut. He was state attorney in 1789, a member of the Connecticut Assembly in 1792 and 1800, and a judge of the Superior Court in 1801–1819. The last six years of his life were spent in Detroit, ... more »
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The Country Clown
Bred in distant woods, the clown
Brings all his country airs to town;
The odd address, with awkward grace,
That bows with half-averted face;
The half-heard compliments, whose note
Is swallow'd in the trembling throat;
The stiffen'd gait, the drawling tone,
By which his native place is known;
The blush, that looks by vast degrees,
Too much like modesty to please;
The proud displays of awkward dress,
That all the country fop express:
The suit right gay, though much belated,
Whose fashion's superannuated;
The watch, depending far in state, ...