John Trumbull

(24 April 1750 – 11 May 1831 / Watertown, Connecticut)

John Trumbull Poems

1. Beneath A Mountain's Brow 1/1/2004
2. M'Fingal - Canto Iv 1/1/2004
3. M'Fingal - Canto Iii 1/1/2004
4. M'Fingal - Canto Ii 1/1/2004
5. M'Fingal - Canto I 1/1/2004
6. The Country Clown 1/1/2004
7. The Owl And The Sparrow 1/1/2004
8. To Ladies Of A Certain Age 1/1/2004
9. To A Young Lady 1/1/2004
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To A Young Lady

In vain, fair Maid, you ask in vain,
My pen should try th' advent'rous strain,
And following truth's unalter'd law,
Attempt your character to draw.
I own indeed, that generous mind
That weeps the woes of human kind,
That heart by friendship's charms inspired,
That soul with sprightly fancy fired,
The air of life, the vivid eye,
The flowing wit, the keen reply--
To paint these beauties as they shine,
Might ask a nobler pen than mine.


Yet what sure strokes can draw the Fair,
Who vary, like the fleeting air,
Like willows bending to the ...

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