Poems by Phillis Wheatley
To The Honble Commodore Hood on His Pardoning a Deserter
... From whence from whence, [sic] this candid ardor flow'd ...
Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. And Fro
... "Cease thy complaints, mine be the task assign'd ...
On Being Brought from Africa to America
... " Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain, ...
To the King's Most Excellent Majesty, 1768
... Live with heav'ns choicest constant blessings crown'd! ...
To a Clergyman on the Death of His Lady
... " She spoke, and turn'd from mortal scenes her eyes, ...
A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months
... " To yon bright regions let your faith ascend, ...
Atheism --
... If there's no God from whom did all things Spring ...
On the Death of a Young Gentleman
... War with each princedom, throne, and pow'r is o'er, ...
A Farewell To America to Mrs. S. W.
... VII. While for Britannia's distant shore ...
To a Lady on Her Coming to North-America
... From thence I turn, and leave the sultry plain, ...
On Imagination
... How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee! ...
On Virtue
... O Thou, enthroned with Cherubs in the realms of day! ...
To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sister, and a Child of the Name Avis, Aged One Year
... Where the great conqu'ror has his spoils bestow'd ...
To S. M. A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works
... Still, with the sweets of contemplation bless&rsquo ...
To a Lady on the Death of Her Husband
... The friend, the spouse from his dire dart to save, ...
