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").
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
Beguiling
She is so beguilingThat when she beckonsI can run a mileIn twenty seconds.
© Roger McGough
oodbat Nightman
God bless all policemenand fighters of crime,May thieves go to jailfor a very long time.They've had a hard dayhelping clean up the town,Now they hang..
© Roger McGough