To Maecenas (Phillis Wheatley Poems)
Maecenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade,Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd.What felt those poets but you feel the ...
Maecenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade,Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd.What felt those poets but you feel the ...
Muse! Muse! where shall I begin the spacious feildTo tell what curses unbeleif doth yeild?Thou who dost daily feel his ...
Through airy roads he wings his instant flightTo purer regions of celestial light;Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,Beneath him sees ...
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 ...
Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?Was it not Boreas knit his ...
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 ...
It was thy noble soul and high desertThat caus'd these breathings of my grateful heartYou sav'd a soul from Pluto's ...
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 ...
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: ...
Through airy roads he wings his instant flight To purer regions of celestial light; Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll, ...
Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee! Thy wond'rous acts ...
O show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those ...
O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare Wisdom is higher than ...
Mæcenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd. What felt those poets but you ...
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 ...
SAMUEL, Chap. xvii. YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine, Inspire my song, and aid my high design. The ...
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