Phillis Wheatley

(1753 – 5 December 1784 / Gambia)

Phillis Wheatley Poems

1. To His Honour The Lieutenant-Governor, On The Death Of His Lady Marc 24, 1773 12/31/2002
2. His Excellency General Washington 1/20/2012
3. To The Rt. Hon. William, Earl Of Dartmouth 1/1/2004
4. To A Lady On Her Remarkable Preservation In A Hurrican In North-Carolina 12/31/2002
5. To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On The Death Of His Daughter 12/31/2002
6. To A Gentleman On His Voyage To Great-Britain For The Recovery Of His Health 12/31/2002
7. To A Lady On Her Coming To North-America With Her Son, For The Recovery Of Her Health 12/31/2002
8. To Captain H------D, Of The 65th Regiment 12/31/2002
9. To The Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory, On Reading His Sermons On Daily Devotion, In Which That Duty Is Recommended And Assisted 12/31/2002
10. To A Lady On The Death Of Three Relations 1/1/2004
11. To A Gentleman And Lady On The Death Of The Lady's Brother And Sister, And A Child Of The Name Of Avis, Aged One Year 12/31/2002
12. To A Clergyman On The Death Of His Lady 12/31/2002
13. To S. M. A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works 12/31/2002
14. On The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Sewell, 1769 1/1/2004
15. To A Lady On The Death Of Her Husband 12/31/2002
16. To Maecenas 12/31/2002
17. To The King's Most Excellent Majesty 1768 12/31/2002
18. To The Right Honourable William, Earl Of Dartmouth, His Majesty's Principal Secretary Of The State For North-America, 12/31/2002
19. On The Death Of J.C. An Infant 1/1/2004
20. To The University Of Cambridge 1/1/2004
21. On The Death Of Dr. Samuel Marshall 12/31/2002
22. An Answer To The Rebus, By The Author Of These Poems 12/31/2002
23. Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book Vi. And From A View Of The Painting Of Mr. Richard Wilson 12/31/2002
24. Thoughts On The Works Of Providence 12/31/2002
25. Goliath Of Gath 12/31/2002
26. Isaiah Lxiii 1/1/2004
27. On The Death Of Rev. Mr. George Whitefield 12/31/2002
28. On The Death Of A Youn Gentleman 12/31/2002
29. To A Lady And Her Children 1/1/2004
30. An Hymn To Humanity 1/1/2004
31. Ode To Neptune 12/31/2002
32. On Recollection 12/31/2002
33. A Rebus 1/1/2004
34. An Hymn To The Evening 12/31/2002
35. On Virtue 12/31/2002
36. A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months 12/31/2002
37. On The Death Of A Young Lady Of Five Years Of Age 12/31/2002
38. A Farewell To America To Mrs. S. W. 12/31/2002
39. An Hymn To The Morning 12/31/2002
40. On Imagination 12/31/2002

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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.

Read the full of On Being Brought From Africa To America

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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