I lived from 1750-1831.
I was from the USA, and am in the Americas category.
John Trumbull was born in 1750 in Watertown, Connecticut. He was a poet and lawyer. He learned classical languages at an early age and qualified for entrance to Yale at an age when children today are still in early elementary school.
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While waiting to enter Yale he wrote poetry and studied the classics, entering Yale at age thirteen. After graduation in 1767, he remained as a fellow and tutor, continuing his writing. His first major literary work was a satirical poem, The Progress of Dullness which was published in 1772 and 1773.
Trumbull took his bar examination in 1773 and began practicing law with John Adams in Boston. When Adams departed Boston, Trumbull returned to New Haven to practice law.
His best known work, M'Fingal, a long poem, appeared in installments beginning in 1776, with additional cantos appearing some five years later.
Most of Trumbull's significant poetry was written before his mid-thirties, after which time he devoted his life to law and politics. He was elected states' attorney general in 1789 and served in the state legislature from 1792 to 1800. He was a judge on various Connecticut courts.
The first collection of his poetry, The Poetical Works of John Trumbull was published in 1820. Trumbull died at age eight-one in Detroit, Michigan.
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My poetry
Bred in distant woods, the clown
Brings all his country airs to town;
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Beneath a mountain's brow, the most remote
And inaccessible by Shepherds trod,
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In elder days, in Saturn's prime,
Ere baldness seized the head of Time,
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In vain, fair Maid, you ask in vain,
My pen should try th' advent'rous strain,
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Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove
The early joys of youth and love,
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The Sun, who never stops to dine,
Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line,
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When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule,
First put the British troops to school;
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Now Night came down, and rose full soon
That patroness of rogues, the Moon;
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Now warm with ministerial ire,
Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire,
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