Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
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
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful springOf ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,And taught'st the..
© Phillis Wheatley
To The University Of Cambridge
While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,The muses promise to assist my pen;'Twas not long since I left my native shoreThe land of errors, and..
© Phillis Wheatley
On The Death Of Rev. Mr. George Whitefield
HAIL, happy saint, on thine immortal throne,Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown;We hear no more the music of thy tongue,Thy wonted auditories..
© Phillis Wheatley
To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On The Death Of His Daughter
WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shadeThe hand of Death, and your dear daughterlaidIn dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow,And racks..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Gentleman On His Voyage To Great-Britain For The Recovery Of His Health
WHILE others chant of gay Elysian scenes,Of balmy zephyrs, and of flow'ry plains,My song more happy speaks a greater name,Feels higher motives and a..
© Phillis Wheatley
Isaiah Lxiii
Say, heav'nly muse, what king or mighty God,That moves sublime from Idumea's road?In Bosrah's dies, with martial glories join'd,His purple vesture..
© Phillis Wheatley
n The Death Of A Youn Gentleman
WHO taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night,To vanquish satan in the fields of light?Who strung thy feeble arms with might unknown,How great..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Lady On The Death Of Her Husband
GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath,A young physician in the dust of death:Dost thou go on incessant to destroy,Our griefs to double, and lay..
© Phillis Wheatley
oliath Of Gath
SAMUEL, Chap. xvii.YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine,Inspire my song, and aid my high design.The dreadful scenes and toils of war I..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Lady And Her Children
O'erwhelming sorrow now demands my song:From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung.What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest?What sighs on..
© Phillis Wheatley
An Hymn To The Evening
SOON as the sun forsook the eastern mainThe pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing,Exhales the incense of..
© Phillis Wheatley
On Recollection
MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine,Your vent'rous Afric in her great design.Mneme, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring:Assist my strains, while I..
© Phillis Wheatley
Ode To Neptune
On Mrs. W-----'s Voyage to England.I.WHILE raging tempests shake the shore,While AElus' thunders round us roar,And sweep impetuous o'er the plainBe..
© Phillis Wheatley
A Rebus
I.A bird delicious to the taste,On which an army once did feast,Sent by an hand unseen;A creature of the horned race,Which Britain's royal standards..
© Phillis Wheatley
On Virtue
O Thou bright jewel in my aim I striveTo comprehend thee. Thine own words declareWisdom is higher than a fool can reach.I cease to wonder, and no..
© Phillis Wheatley
A Farewell To America To Mrs. S. W.
I.ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads,Adieu, the flow'ry plain:I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,And tempt the roaring main.II.In vain for me the..
© Phillis Wheatley
On The Death Of A Young Lady Of Five Years Of Age
FROM dark abodes to fair etherial lightTh' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;On the kind bosom of eternal loveShe finds unknown beatitude..
© Phillis Wheatley
A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months
Through airy roads he wings his instant flightTo purer regions of celestial light;Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,Beneath him sees the..
© Phillis Wheatley
An Hymn To The Morning
ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,Assist my labours, and my strains refine;In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,For bright Aurora now..
© Phillis Wheatley
On Imagination
THY various works, imperial queen, we see,How bright their forms! how deck'd with pompby thee!Thy wond'rous acts in beauteous order stand,And all..
© Phillis Wheatley
An Hymn To Humanity
I.Lo! for this dark terrestrial ballForsakes his azure-paved hallA prince of heav'nly birth!Divine Humanity behold,What wonders rise, what charms..
© Phillis Wheatley
On Being Brought From Africa To America
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,Taught my benighted soul to understandThat there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:Once I redemption..
© Phillis Wheatley
The Sound Collector
A stranger called this morningDressed all in black and greyPut every sound into a bagAnd carried them awayThe whistling of the kettleThe turning of..
© Roger McGough
Kinetic Poem No.2
with lovegive me your handsome strangeris fiction than truthwithout loveI'm justa hasbeen awaytoo long in the tooth.
© Roger McGough
Q
I join the queueWe move up nicely.I ask the lady in frontWhat are we queuing for.'To join another queue,'She explains.'How pointless,' I say,'I'm..
© Roger McGough