A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months (Phillis Wheatley Poems)
Through airy roads he wings his instant flightTo purer regions of celestial light;Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,Beneath him sees ...
Through airy roads he wings his instant flightTo purer regions of celestial light;Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,Beneath him sees ...
While deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shadeThe hand of Death, and your dear daughter laidIn dust, whose absence gives your ...
WHO taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night,To vanquish satan in the fields of light?Who strung thy feeble arms ...
WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid In dust, whose absence ...
THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made: Or from Olympus' height look ...
Through airy roads he wings his instant flight To purer regions of celestial light; Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll, ...
NO more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure rife, Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes, No more with joy we ...
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 ...
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