Phillis Wheatley

(1753 – 5 December 1784 / Gambia)

Phillis Wheatley Poems

1. His Excellency General Washington 1/20/2012
2. To His Honour The Lieutenant-Governor, On The Death Of His Lady Marc 24, 1773 12/31/2002
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 Lady On Her Coming To North-America With Her Son, For The Recovery Of Her Health 12/31/2002
7. To The Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory, On Reading His Sermons On Daily Devotion, In Which That Duty Is Recommended And Assisted 12/31/2002
8. 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
9. To Captain H------D, Of The 65th Regiment 12/31/2002
10. To S. M. A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works 12/31/2002
11. To The King's Most Excellent Majesty 1768 12/31/2002
12. To Maecenas 12/31/2002
13. On The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Sewell, 1769 1/1/2004
14. To A Clergyman On The Death Of His Lady 12/31/2002
15. To The Right Honourable William, Earl Of Dartmouth, His Majesty's Principal Secretary Of The State For North-America, 12/31/2002
16. To A Lady On The Death Of Three Relations 1/1/2004
17. To A Lady On The Death Of Her Husband 12/31/2002
18. Goliath Of Gath 12/31/2002
19. On The Death Of Dr. Samuel Marshall 12/31/2002
20. On The Death Of J.C. An Infant 1/1/2004
21. To The University Of Cambridge 1/1/2004
22. Thoughts On The Works Of Providence 12/31/2002
23. Isaiah Lxiii 1/1/2004
24. An Answer To The Rebus, By The Author Of These Poems 12/31/2002
25. 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
26. To A Gentleman On His Voyage To Great-Britain For The Recovery Of His Health 12/31/2002
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 The Evening 12/31/2002
31. On Recollection 12/31/2002
32. A Rebus 1/1/2004
33. On Virtue 12/31/2002
34. Ode To Neptune 12/31/2002
35. A Farewell To America To Mrs. S. W. 12/31/2002
36. On The Death Of A Young Lady Of Five Years Of Age 12/31/2002
37. A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months 12/31/2002
38. An Hymn To Humanity 1/1/2004
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

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
But the west glories in the deepest red:

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