Poems by Philip Morin Freneau
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To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut
... as swift as thought, Where nature has more finely wrought, Her Chrystal spheres, her heavens serene ...
To Sir Toby,
... tic lords: -- Here, they, of stuff determined to be free, Must climb the rude cliffs of the Liguanee ...
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