ODE 15 377 A SUBSCRIPTION PRAYER 379 EPISTLE TO THE PATRIOTIC FARMER 380 PALEMON TO LAVINIA 381 A NEWSMAN'S ADDRESS 383 ON THE PROSPECT OF A REVOLUTION IN FRANCE 385 TO A DOG 387 TO LYDIA 387 TO CYNTHIA 391 AMANDA'S COMPLAINT 392 HATTERAS 394 ST. CATHARINE'S 397 TO MR. CHURCHMAN 398 THE PROCESSION TO SYLVANIA 399 THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS 401 SANGRADO'S EXPEDITION TO SYLVANIA 402 THE DISTREST THEATRE 404 TO MEMMIUS 406 PART II (_Continued_) THE FIRST POETIC PERIOD 1775-1781 THE POEMS OF PHILIP FRENEAU GEORGE THE THIRD'S SOLILOQUY[1] What mean these dreams, and hideous forms that rise Night after night, tormenting to my eyes-- No real foes these horrid shapes can be, But thrice as much they vex and torture me. How cursed is he--how doubly cursed am I-- 5 Who lives in pain, and yet who dares not die; To him no joy this world of Nature brings, In vain the wild rose blooms, the daisy springs. Is this a prelude to some new disgrace, Some baleful omen to my name and race!-- 10 It may be so--ere mighty Caesar died Presaging Nature felt his doom, and sighed; A bellowing voice through midnight groves was heard, And threatening ghosts at dusk of eve appeared-- Ere Brutus fell, to adverse fates a prey, 15 His evil genius met him on the way, And so may mine!--but who would yield so soon A prize, some luckier hour may make my own? Shame seize my crown ere such a deed be mine-- No--to the last my squadrons shall combine, 20 And slay my foes, while foes remain to slay, Or heaven shall grant me one successful day. Is there a robber close in Newgate hemmed, Is there a cut-throat, fettered and condemned? Haste, loyal slaves, to George's standard come, 25 Attend his lectures when you hear the drum; Your chains I break--for better days prepare, Come out, my friends, from prison and from care, Far to the west I plan your desperate sway, There 'tis no sin to ravage, burn, and slay, 30 There, without fear, your bloody aims pursue,