A Farewell To America to Mrs. S. W. (Phillis Wheatley Poems)
. I.Adieu, New-England's smiling meads, Adieu, the flow'ry plain:I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring, And tempt the roaring main. II.In vain for ...
. I.Adieu, New-England's smiling meads, Adieu, the flow'ry plain:I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring, And tempt the roaring main. II.In vain for ...
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 ...
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 an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,The muses promise to assist my pen;'Twas not long since I left my native ...
WHO taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night,To vanquish satan in the fields of light?Who strung thy feeble arms ...
WHILE an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, The muses promise to assist my pen; 'Twas not long since I left ...
GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath, A young physician in the dust of death: Dost thou go on incessant ...
O'erwhelming sorrow now demands my song: From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung. What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest? ...
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 ...
MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Your vent'rous Afric in her great design. Mneme, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring: ...
I. ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads, Adieu, the flow'ry plain: I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring, And tempt the roaring ...
THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made: Or from Olympus' height look ...
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r, Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more! Of scenes terrestrial how the glories ...
On Death's domain intent I fix my eyes, Where human nature in vast ruin lies, With pensive mind I search ...
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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