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 ...
E'er yet the morning heav'd its Orient headBehold him praising with the happy dead.Hail! happy Saint, on the immortal Shore.We ...
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 others chant of gay Elysian scenes,Of balmy zephyrs, and of flow'ry plains,My song more happy speaks a greater name,Feels ...
Your subjects hope, dread Sire—The crown upon your brows may flourish long,And that your arm may in your God be ...
YOUR subjects hope, dread Sire-- The crown upon your brows may flourish long, And that your arm may in your ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
While others chant of gay Elysian scenes, Of balmy zephyrs, and of flow'ry plains, My song more happy speaks a ...
Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread, See Sewell number'd with the happy dead. Hail, holy man, arriv'd th' ...
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