Benjamin Franklin Poems

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Benjamin Franklin
Benjamin Franklin (January 17 [O.S. January 6] 1706 – April 17, 1790 was one of the most important Founding Fathers of the United States. He was a leading author, political theorist, politician, printer, scientist, inventor, civic activist, and diplomat. As a scientist he was a major figure in the history of physics for his discoveries and theories regarding electricity. As a political writer and activist he, more than anyone, invented the idea of an American nation,[1] and as a diplomat during the American Revolution, he secured the French alliance that helped to make independence possible. Franklin was famous for his curiosity, his writings (popular, political and scientific), his inventions, and his diversity of interests. As a leader of the Enlightenment, he gained the recognition of scientists and intellectuals across Europe. An agent in London before the Revolution, and Minister to France during the war, he, more than anyone else, defined the new nation in the minds of Europe. His success in securing French military and financial aid was a great contributor to the American victory over Britain. He invented the lightning rod, bifocals, the iron furnace stove (also known as the Franklin stove), a carriage odometer and a musical instrument known as the armonica. He was an early proponent of colonial unity. Many historians hail him as the "First American." Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Franklin learned printing from his older brother and became a newspaper editor, printer, and merchant in Philadelphia, becoming very wealthy. In 1718, at the age of 12, Benjamin Franklin began in apprentice service to his half-brother, James, in the printing business and continued until he was twenty-one. In the printing business, he improved in spelling and punctuation. In his autobiography, he accounts that he schooled himself in composition because it was not taught in reading or writing schools at that time. Here he provides another piece of documentation that writing was defined as penmanship. Franklin attributed his improvement in composition to writing down his arguments for friendly debates and his father’s suggestions to style, organization and insightfulness.

jeanie with the light brown hair
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air;
I see... [read poem]
gwine to run all night, or de camptown races
[Solo] De Camptown ladies sing dis song -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
[Solo] De Camp-town race-... [read poem]
old folks at home
[Solo] Way down upon de Swanee ribber,
Far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber... [read poem]
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet... [read poem]
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At fi... [read poem]
personal helicon
As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I... [read poem]
oh! susanna
[Solo] I came from Alabama
wid my ban jo on my knee,
I'm g'wan to Louisiana,
My true ... [read poem]
from the frontier of writing
The tightness and the nilness round that space
when the car stops in the road, the troops inspe... [read poem]
the railway children
When we climbed the slopes of the cutting
We were eye-level with the white cups
Of the tel... [read poem]
xi mon. january [1733] hath xxxi days.
XI Mon. January [1733] hath xxxi days.

More nic... [read poem]
beautiful dreamer serenade
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of th... [read poem]
an ulster twilight
The bare bulb, a scatter of nails,
Shelved timber, glinting chisels:
In a shed of corrugat... [read poem]
my old kentucky home, good night!
[Solo] The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
T... [read poem]
old black joe
[Solo] Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends from the cotton f... [read poem]
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