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''And long shall timorous fancy see
The painted chief, and pointed spear,
And Reason's self shall bow the knee
To shadows and delusions here.''
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Philip Freneau (1752-1832), U.S. poet, sailor, journalist. The Indian Burying Ground (l. 37-40). . .
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In spite of all the learned 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—...
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Philip Freneau (1752-1832), U.S. poet, sailor, journalist. The Indian Burying Ground (l. 1-8).
WTO. New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richar...
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