Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid’s Metamorphose (Phillis Wheatley Poems)
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful springOf ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,And taught'st ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful springOf ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,And taught'st ...
AN ELEGIAC POEM, On the DEATH of that celebrated Divine, and eminent Servant of JESUS CHRIST, the late Reverend, and ...
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 ...
While deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shadeThe hand of Death, and your dear daughter laidIn dust, whose absence gives your ...
. I.LO! for this dark terrestrial ballForsakes his azure-paved hall A prince of heav'nly birth!Divine Humanity behold,What wonders rise, what charms ...
GRIM Monarch! see depriv'd of vital breath,A young Physician in the dust of death!Dost thou go on incessant to destroy:The ...
I.Lo! for this dark terrestrial ballForsakes his azure-paved hallA prince of heav'nly birth!Divine Humanity behold,What wonders rise, what charms unfoldAt ...
Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?Was it not Boreas knit his ...
WHO taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night,To vanquish satan in the fields of light?Who strung thy feeble arms ...
Mæcenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd. What felt those poets but you ...
The poet asks, and Phillis can't refuse To show th' obedience of the Infant muse. She knows the Quail of ...
GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath, A young physician in the dust of death: Dost thou go on incessant ...
HAIL, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown; We hear no more the music ...
SAMUEL, Chap. xvii. YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine, Inspire my song, and aid my high design. The ...
Who taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night, To vanquish satan in the fields of light? Who strung thy ...
WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid In dust, whose absence ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Your vent'rous Afric in her great design. Mneme, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring: ...
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r, Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more! Of scenes terrestrial how the glories ...
WE trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to tomb, And his are all the ages yet to come. 'Tis ...
WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring, Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring, Where virtue reigns unsully'd and divine, Where ...
Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee! Thy wond'rous acts ...
Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain; Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's ...
O! for this dark terrestrial ball Forsakes his azure-paved hall A prince of heav'nly birth! Divine Humanity behold, What wonders ...
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