To S. M., A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works
O show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those […]
Author: Phillis Wheatley
An Hymn To Humanity (To S. P. G. Esp)
O! for this dark terrestrial ball Forsakes his azure-paved hall A prince of heav’nly birth! Divine Humanity behold, What wonders […]
To a Lady and Her Children
O’erwhelming sorrow now demands my song: From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung. What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest? […]
An Answer To The Rebus, By The Author Of These Poems
The poet asks, and Phillis can’t refuse To show th’ obedience of the Infant muse. She knows the Quail of […]
To A Clergyman On The Death Of His Lady
WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring, Where heav’nly music makes the arches ring, Where virtue reigns unsully’d and divine, Where […]
Isaiah LXIII
Say, heav’nly muse, what king or mighty God, That moves sublime from Idumea’s road? In Bosrah’s dies, with martial glories […]
To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow’r, Hope’s tow’ring plumage falls to rise no more! Of scenes terrestrial how the glories […]
To a Lady on Her Remarkable Preservation
Though thou did’st hear the tempest from afar, And felt’st the horrors of the wat’ry war, To me unknown, yet […]
A Funeral Poem on the Death of C. E
Through airy roads he wings his instant flight To purer regions of celestial light; Enlarg’d he sees unnumber’d systems roll, […]
Ode To Neptune
On Mrs. W -‘s Voyage to England. I. WHILE raging tempests shake the shore, While AElus’ thunders round us roar, […]