Author: John Trumbull

In vain, fair Maid, you ask in vain, My pen should try th’ advent’rous strain, And following truth’s unalter’d law, […]

Ye ancient Maids, who ne’er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom […]

In elder days, in Saturn’s prime, Ere baldness seized the head of Time, While truant Jove, in infant pride, Play’d […]