Phillis Wheatley

(1753 – 5 December 1784 / Gambia)

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  • I''mNotGonnaTellYou (4/19/2018 6:25:00 PM)

    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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  • Kenia (4/15/2018 9:17:00 AM)

    I'm doing something called the walk through the American revolution and I got u for my part

  • is everyone just doing this fore school? ? ? ? (3/8/2018 10:30:00 PM)

    is everyone just doing this fore school? ? ? ?

  • avilaMEX (3/1/2018 10:14:00 AM)

    Very interesting lady but i need more info! ! ! ! Loveymiranda do you have a link to a website?

  • avilaMEX (3/1/2018 10:13:00 AM)

    I'm doing a school project too

  • Loveymiranda (2/21/2018 3:24:00 PM)

    Im doing a school project on her at school she is very brave after dying in child birth

  • Imanobody (2/16/2018 2:09:00 PM)

    She is dead she can’t c ur comments she was from the 1700s and died at 31

  • Ashleycandymimi (2/15/2018 9:13:00 PM)

    I am doing a school report about you you are so inspiring! I wish you could see all of the people that admire you.♡

  • megan (2/9/2018 5:47:00 PM)

    Those who are experiencing worse of humanity survive by creating the most beautiful words, therefore I believe those words we all must listen first and care for in our hearts throughout our short lives out of love.

  • Madison Middle School (2/7/2018 4:01:00 PM)

    We havent read it? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Best Poem of Phillis Wheatley

On Imagination

THY various works, imperial queen, we see,
How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp
by thee!
Thy wond'rous acts in beauteous order stand,
And all attest how potent is thine hand.
From Helicon's refulgent heights attend,
Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend:
To tell her glories with a faithful tongue,
Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.
Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies,
Till some lov'd object strikes her wand'ring eyes,
Whose silken fetters all the senses bind,
And soft captivity involves the mind.
Imagination! who ...

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On Virtue

O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive
To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare
Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach.
I cease to wonder, and no more attempt
Thine height t' explore, or fathom thy profound.
But, O my soul, sink not into despair,
Virtue is near thee, and with gentle hand
Would now embrace thee, hovers o'er thine head.
Fain would the heav'n-born soul with her converse,

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