On the Death of the Rev. Mr. George Whitefield, 1770 (Phillis Wheatley Poems)
AN ELEGIAC POEM, On the DEATH of that celebrated Divine, and eminent Servant of JESUS CHRIST, the late Reverend, and ...
AN ELEGIAC POEM, On the DEATH of that celebrated Divine, and eminent Servant of JESUS CHRIST, the late Reverend, and ...
E'er yet the morning heav'd its Orient headBehold him praising with the happy dead.Hail! happy Saint, on the immortal Shore.We ...
Maecenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade,Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd.What felt those poets but you feel the ...
Muse! Muse! where shall I begin the spacious feildTo tell what curses unbeleif doth yeild?Thou who dost daily feel his ...
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r,Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more!Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly,Forget their ...
Through airy roads he wings his instant flightTo purer regions of celestial light;Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,Beneath him sees ...
Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:The northern clime beneath her genial ray,Dartmouth, congratulates ...
While deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shadeThe hand of Death, and your dear daughter laidIn dust, whose absence gives your ...
To show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,And thought in living characters to paint,When first thy pencil did those beauties give,And ...
Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?Was it not Boreas knit his ...
Through airy roads he wings his instant flight To purer regions of celestial light; Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll, ...
O show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those ...
O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare Wisdom is higher than ...
Mæcenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd. What felt those poets but you ...
HAIL, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown; We hear no more the music ...
NO more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure rife, Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes, No more with joy we ...
FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight; On the kind bosom of eternal ...
WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid In dust, whose absence ...
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r, Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more! Of scenes terrestrial how the glories ...
Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread, See Sewell number'd with the happy dead. Hail, holy man, arriv'd th' ...
WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring, Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring, Where virtue reigns unsully'd and divine, Where ...
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