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 ...
Must Ethiopians be employ'd for you?Much I rejoice if any good I do.I ask O unbeleiver, Satan's childHath not thy ...
New England first a wilderness was foundTill for a continent 'twas destin'd roundFrom feild to feild the savage monsters runE'r ...
. 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 ...
Indulgent muse! my grov'ling mind inspire,And fill my bosom with celestial fire.See from Jamaica's fervid shore she moves,Like the fair ...
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 ...
While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,The muses promise to assist my pen;'Twas not long since I left my native ...
O! for this dark terrestrial ball Forsakes his azure-paved hall A prince of heav'nly birth! Divine Humanity behold, What wonders ...
WHILE an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, The muses promise to assist my pen; 'Twas not long since I left ...
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 ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, ...
Indulgent muse! my grov'ling mind inspire, And fill my bosom with celestial fire. See from Jamaica's fervid shore she moves, ...
THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made: Or from Olympus' height look ...
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