Phillis Wheatley

(1753 – 5 December 1784 / Gambia)

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  • Margaret (7/15/2018 2:47:00 PM)

    One of the poems, in her handwriting, from her unpublished second book of poetry was recently found: it was sold at auction for $70,000. If only she had had that money, she would not have died of poverty and illness, and we might have her descendants among us today.

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    I'm doing this for school. My teacher is making us do are really stupid assignment and it has to be creative. What a hard waste of time...

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Best Poem of Phillis Wheatley

On Being Brought From Africa To America

'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.

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An Hymn To The Evening

SOON as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heav'ns what beauteous dies are
spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:

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