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 ...
Muse! Muse! where shall I begin the spacious feildTo tell what curses unbeleif doth yeild?Thou who dost daily feel his ...
Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:The northern clime beneath her genial ray,Dartmouth, congratulates ...
Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light,Columbia's scenes of glorious toils I write.While freedom's cause her anxious breast alarms,She flashes ...
GRIM Monarch! see depriv'd of vital breath,A young Physician in the dust of death!Dost thou go on incessant to destroy:The ...
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 ...
WHO taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night,To vanquish satan in the fields of light?Who strung thy feeble arms ...
Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain; Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's ...
O show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those ...
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 ...
Who taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night, To vanquish satan in the fields of light? Who strung thy ...
FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight; On the kind bosom of eternal ...
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, ...
MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Your vent'rous Afric in her great design. Mneme, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring: ...
Say, heav'nly muse, what king or mighty God, That moves sublime from Idumea's road? In Bosrah's dies, with martial glories ...
On Death's domain intent I fix my eyes, Where human nature in vast ruin lies, With pensive mind I search ...
To cultivate in ev'ry noble mind Habitual grace, and sentiments refin'd, Thus while you strive to mend the human heart, ...
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