Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin'd, Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind. — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin'd, Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind. — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made. — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
Since my return to America my Master, has at the desire of my friends in England given me my freedom. — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy sideThy every action let the goddess guide. — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
In every human Beast, God has implanted a Principle, which we call Love of Freedom; it is impatient of Oppression, and pants for Deliverance. — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
The world is a severe schoolmaster, for its frowns are less dangerous than its smiles and flatteries, and it is a difficult task to… — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, /May be refin'd and join th' angelic train. — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
“Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there's a God, that there's a Savior too: Once… — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On… — Phillis Wheatley Copy Share Image
