Phillis Wheatley

Phillis Wheatley

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Phillis Wheatley, also spelled Phyllis and Wheatly (c. 1753 – December 5, 1784) was the first African-American author of a published book of poetry. Born in West Africa, she was sold into slavery at the age of seven or eight and transported to North America.
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Goliath Of Gath

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EL,
Chap
xvii
Ye martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine,
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On The Death Of A Young Lady Of Five Years Of Age

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From dark abodes to fair etherial
Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;
On the kind bosom of eternal
She finds unknown beatitude above
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On the Death of JC an Infant

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No more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure rife,
Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes,
No more with joy we view that lovely
Smiling, disportive, flush'd with ev'ry grace
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On Virtue

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O Thou bright jewel in my aim I
To comprehend thee
Thine own words
Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach
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To a Lady on Her Remarkable Preservation

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Though thou did'st hear the tempest from afar,
And felt'st the horrors of the wat'ry war,
To me unknown, yet on this peaceful
Methinks I hear the storm tumultuous roar,
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Thoughts on the Works of Providence

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Arise, my soul, on wings enraptur'd,
To praise the monarch of the earth and skies,
Whose goodness and benificence
As round its centre moves the rolling year,
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On The Death Of Dr Samuel Marshall

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Thro' thickest glooms look back, immortal shade,
On that confusion which thy death has made:
Or from Olympus' height look down, and seeA Town involv'd in grief bereft of thee
Thy Lucy sees thee mingle with the dead,
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On The Death of Mr Snider Murderd By Richardson

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In heavens eternal court it was
How the first martyr for the cause should
To clear the country of the hated
He whet his courage for the common
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To the Kings Most Excellent Majesty 1768

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Your subjects hope, dread Sire—The crown upon your brows may flourish long,
And that your arm may in your God be strong
O may your sceptre num'rous nations sway,
And all with love and readiness obey
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On Friendship

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Let amicitia in her ample
Extend her notes to a Celestial
Benevolent far more divinely
Amor like me doth triumph at the
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To the Honourable TH Esq on the Death of His Daughter

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While deep you mourn beneath the
The hand of Death, and your dear daughter
In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow,
And racks your bosom with incessant woe,
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To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor

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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,
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To the University of Cambridge

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While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,
The muses promise to assist my pen;'Twas not long since I left my native
The land of errors, and Egyptian gloom:
Father of mercy, 'twas thy gracious
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To the Right Honourable William Earl of Dartmouth

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Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:
The northern clime beneath her genial ray,
Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway:
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To a Lady on the Death of Her Husband

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Grim monarch
see, depriv'd of vital breath,
A young physician in the dust of death:
Dost thou go on incessant to destroy,
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