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In every human breast, God has implanted a principle, which we call love of freedom; it is impatient of oppression, and pants for deliverance; and by the leave of our modern Egyptians I will assert, that the same principle lives in us.

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Imagination! who can sing thy force?

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Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach.

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’Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,

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I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate Was snatch’d from Afric ’s fancy’d happy seat: What pangs excruciating must molest, What sorrows labour in my parent’s breast? Steel’d was that soul and by no misery mov’d That from a father seiz’d his babe belov’d: Such, such my case. And can I then but pray Others may never feel tyrannic sway?

Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral [1773]. To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth, His Majesty’s Principal Secretary of State for North-America, &c.

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To the Rt. Hon. William, Earl of Dartmouth

To the Rt. Hon. William, Earl of Dartmouth
Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:
The northern clime beneath her genial ray,
Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway:
Elate with hope her race no longer mourns,
Each soul expands, each grateful bosom burns,
While in thine hand with pleasure we behold
The silken reins, and Freedom's charms unfold.
Long lost to realms beneath the northern skies
She shines supreme, while hated faction dies:
Soon as appear'd the Goddess long desir'd,
Sick at the view, she languish'd and expir'd;
Thus from the splendors of the morning light
The owl in sadness seeks the caves of night.
No more, America, in mournful strain
Of wrongs, and grievance unredress'd complain,
No longer shalt thou dread the iron chain,
Which wanton Tyranny with lawless hand
Had made, and with it meant t' enslave the land.
Should you, my lord, while you peruse my song,
Wonder from whence my love of Freedom sprung,
Whence flow these wishes for the common good,
By feeling hearts alone best understood,
I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate
Was snatch'd from Afric's fancy'd happy seat:
What pangs excruciating must molest,
What sorrows labour in my parent's breast?
Steel'd was that soul and by no misery mov'd
That from a father seiz'd his babe belov'd:
Such, such my case. And can I then but pray
Others may never feel tyrannic sway?
For favours past, great Sir, our thanks are due,
And thee we ask thy favours to renew,
Since in thy pow'r, as in thy will before,
To sooth the griefs, which thou did'st once deplore.
May heav'nly grace the sacred sanction give
To all thy works, and thou for ever live
Not only on the wings of fleeting Fame,
Though praise immortal crowns the patriot's name,
But to conduct to heav'ns refulgent fane,
May fiery coursers sweep th' ethereal plain,
And bear thee upwards to that blest abode,
Where, like the prophet, thou shalt find thy God.
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To The Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory, On Reading His Sermons On Daily Devotion, In

To The Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory, On Reading His Sermons On Daily Devotion, In
Which that Duty Is Recommended And Assisted
TO cultivate in ev'ry noble mind
Habitual grace, and sentiments refin'd,
Thus while you strive to mend the human heart,
Thus while the heav'nly precepts you impart,
O may each bosom catch the sacred fire,
And youthful minds to Virtue's throne aspire!
When God's eternal ways you set in sight,
And Virtue shines in all her native light,
In vain would Vice her works in night conceal,
For Wisdom's eye pervades the sable veil.
Artists may paint the sun's effulgent rays,
But Amory's pen the brighter God displays:
While his great works in Amory's pages shine,
And while he proves his essence all divine,
The Atheist sure no more can boast aloud
Of chance, or nature, and exclude the God;
As if the clay without the potter's aid
Should rise in various forms, and shapes self-made,
Or worlds above with orb o'er orb profound
Self-mov'd could run the everlasting round.
It cannot be--unerring Wisdom guides
With eye propitious, and o'er all presides.
Still prosper, Amory! still may'st thou receive
The warmest blessings which a muse can give,
And when this transitory state is o'er,
When kingdoms fall, and fleeting Fame's no more,
May Amory triumph in immortal fame,
A nobler title, and superior name!
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To the King's Most Excellent Majesty,

To the King's Most Excellent Majesty,
Your subjects hope, dread Sire--
The crown upon your brows may flourish long,
And that your arm may in your God be strong!
O may your sceptre num'rous nations sway,
And all with love and readiness obey!
But how shall we the British king reward!
Rule thou in peace, our father, and our lord!
Midst the remembrance of thy favours past,
The meanest peasants most admire the last
May George, beloved by all the nations round,
Live with heav'ns choicest constant blessings crown'd!
Great God, direct, and guard him from on high,
And from his head let ev'ry evil fly!
And may each clime with equal gladness see
A monarch's smile can set his subjects free!
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To the Honourable T.H. Esq on the Death of His Daughter

To the Honourable T.H. Esq on the Death of His Daughter
While deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade
The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid
In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow,
And racks your bosom with incessant woe,
Let Recollection take a tender part,
Assuage the raging tortures of your heart,
Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief,
And pour the heav'nly nectar of relief:
Suspend the sigh, dear Sir, and check the groan,
Divinely bright your daughter's Virtues shone:
How free from scornful pride her gentle mind,
Which ne'er its aid to indigence declin'd!
Expanding free, it sought the means to prove
Unfailing charity, unbounded love!
She unreluctant flies to see no more
Her dear-lov'd parents on earth's dusky shore:
Impatient heav'n's resplendent goal to gain,
She with swift progress cuts the azure plain,
Where grief subsides, where changes are no more,
And life's tumultuous billows cease to roar;
She leaves her earthly mansion for the skies,
Where new creations feast her wond'ring eyes.
To heav'n's high mandate cheerfully resign'd
She mounts, and leaves the rolling globe behind;
She, who late wish'd that Leonard might return,
Has ceas'd to languish, and forgot to mourn;
To the same high empyreal mansions come,
She joins her spouse, and smiles upon the tomb:
And thus I hear her from the realms above:
"Lo! this the kingdom of celestial love!
"Could ye, fond parents, see our present bliss,
"How soon would you each sigh, each fear dismiss?
"Amidst unutter'd pleasures whilst I play
"In the fair sunshine of celestial day,
"As far as grief affects an happy soul
"So far doth grief my better mind control,
"To see on earth my aged parents mourn,
"And secret wish for T-----! to return:
"Let brighter scenes your ev'ning-hours employ:
"Converse with heav'n, and taste the promis'd joy"
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To S.M. a Young African Painter

To S.M. a Young African Painter
To show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,
And thought in living characters to paint,
When first thy pencil did those beauties give,
And breathing figures learnt from thee to live,
How did those prospects give my soul delight,
A new creation rushing on my sight?
Still, wond'rous youth! each noble path pursue,
On deathless glories fix thine ardent view:
Still may the painter's and the poet's fire
To aid thy pencil, and thy verse conspire!
And may the charms of each seraphic theme
Conduct thy footsteps to immortal fame!
High to the blissful wonders of the skies
Elate thy soul, and raise thy wishful eyes.
Thrice happy, when exalted to survey
That splendid city, crown'd with endless day,
Whose twice six gates on radiant hinges ring:
Celestial Salem blooms in endless spring.
Calm and serene thy moments glide along,
And may the muse inspire each future song!
Still, with the sweets of contemplation bless'd,
May peace with balmy wings your soul invest!
But when these shades of time are chas'd away,
And darkness ends in everlasting day,
On what seraphic pinions shall we move,
And view the landscapes in the realms above?
There shall thy tongue in heav'nly murmurs flow,
And there my muse with heav'nly transport glow:
No more to tell of Damon's tender sighs,
Or rising radiance of Aurora's eyes,
For nobler themes demand a nobler strain,
And purer language on th' ethereal plain.
Cease, gentle muse! the solemn gloom of night
Now seals the fair creation from my sight.
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Identification and basic context

Phillis Wheatley Peters, commonly known as Phillis Wheatley, was an American poet of African descent. She was born in West Africa, likely in the Gambia region, around 1753. She was brought to America as a slave and purchased by the Wheatley family of Boston. She died in Boston on December 5, 1784. Her family background is unknown due to her enslavement, but she was of Senegambian origin. She was enslaved for most of her life and wrote in English. Her life and work took place during the pre-Revolutionary and Revolutionary periods of American history, a time of intense debate over liberty and enslavement.

Childhood and education

Wheatley was kidnapped from her home in West Africa at a young age, likely around seven years old. She was transported across the Atlantic in the Middle Passage and sold into slavery to John Wheatley in Boston. The Wheatley family, particularly Susanna Wheatley, recognized her intelligence and provided her with an exceptional education, including Latin and Greek, literature, and the Bible. This education was highly unusual for an enslaved person at the time. Her early influences were the classical texts she studied and the religious teachings of her enslavers.

Literary trajectory

Wheatley began writing poetry at a young age. Her first published poem appeared in the *Newport Mercury* in 1767. Her literary success culminated in the publication of 'Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral' in London in 1773, making her the first African American to publish a book of poetry. This achievement was extraordinary, as she had to prove her authorship to skeptical white audiences. She also contributed poems to newspapers and other publications. She did not engage significantly in literary criticism or translation.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Her major work is 'Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral' (1773). Dominant themes include religious faith, virtue, liberty, the African experience, and reflections on life and death. Her style is largely neoclassical, characterized by rhyming couplets, iambic pentameter, and formal diction, reflecting her classical education. Her poetic voice is often eloquent and reasoned, though it carries the implicit critique of slavery through its very existence and intellectual merit. Her language is refined and elevated. Wheatley's innovation lay in her existence as a Black poet in America, challenging racial stereotypes through her literary accomplishments.

Cultural and historical context

Wheatley's life and work are inextricably linked to the context of colonial America and the growing abolitionist sentiment. She lived during a period when the hypocrisy of fighting for American liberty while upholding slavery was becoming increasingly apparent. Her ability to publish a book of poetry was a significant event that drew attention to the intellectual capabilities of enslaved people. She was a contemporary of figures like Benjamin Franklin and George Washington, with whom she corresponded. She belonged to no specific literary movement but operated within the broader Neoclassical tradition.

Personal life

Wheatley's personal life was defined by her enslaved status, though she experienced a degree of freedom and intellectual engagement within the Wheatley household. She formed a close bond with Susanna Wheatley. After gaining her freedom, she married John Peters, a free Black man. Her later life was marked by hardship, including financial struggles and the loss of her children. Her personal experiences of enslavement, the yearning for freedom, and her religious convictions profoundly shaped her poetry.

Recognition and reception

Wheatley received considerable recognition during her lifetime, both in America and Great Britain. Her trip to London was facilitated by the Wheatleys to promote her book. She received praise from prominent figures, including Benjamin Franklin and the Earl of Dartmouth. However, she also faced skepticism about her authorship, necessitating a document signed by prominent Bostonians attesting to her abilities. Her place in American literature is foundational as the first African American poet. Her reception has evolved from an anomaly to a celebrated literary figure.

Influences and legacy

Wheatley was influenced by classical poets like Homer and Virgil, as well as Enlightenment thinkers and the Bible. Her legacy is immense as a pioneering figure who broke racial barriers in American literature. She inspired subsequent generations of African American writers and poets, proving that Black individuals possessed intellectual and artistic capabilities. Her work continues to be studied for its literary merit and its historical significance.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Wheatley's poetry is often analyzed for its subtle critiques of slavery, its exploration of religious themes, and its engagement with the ideals of the American Revolution. Critical debates sometimes focus on the extent to which her work directly challenged the institution of slavery versus her more restrained expressions.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

A curious aspect of Wheatley's life is the extraordinary educational opportunities afforded to her while enslaved. Her journey to London to publish her book was a significant undertaking. Despite gaining freedom, her later years were marked by poverty, a stark contrast to the intellectual acclaim she had received earlier.

Death and memory

Phillis Wheatley died in poverty in Boston in 1784, shortly after giving birth to her third child, who also died. Her memory is honored through her enduring literary work, which has been revived and celebrated, ensuring her place as a crucial figure in American literary history.