Book: Poems on Various Subjects

• An Hymn To The Evening

  SOON as the sun forsook the eastern main
  The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;

  18 lines
• An Hymn To The Morning

  ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,
  Assist my labours, and my strains refine;

  20 lines
• Goliath Of Gath

  SAMUEL, Chap. xvii.
  YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine,

  226 lines
• To a Lady on the Death of Three Relations

  We trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to tomb,
  And his are all the ages yet to come.

  31 lines
• Ode To Neptune

  On Mrs. W-----'s Voyage to England.
  I.

  22 lines
• To a Gentleman on His Voyage to Great-Britain

  While others chant of gay Elysian scenes,
  Of balmy zephyrs, and of flow'ry plains,

  32 lines
• On Imagination

  THY various works, imperial queen, we see,
  How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp

  55 lines, 1 comment
• To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth

  Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
  Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:

  43 lines
• On Recollection

  MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine,
  Your vent'rous Afric in her great design.

  51 lines
• To S.M. a Young African Painter

  To show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,
  And thought in living characters to paint,

  34 lines
• On The Death Of A Young Lady Of Five Years Of Age

  FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light
  Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;

  37 lines
• Isaiah LXIII

  Say, heav'nly muse, what king or mighty God,
  That moves sublime from Idumea's road?

  30 lines
• On The Death Of Dr. Samuel Marshall

  Thro' thickest glooms look back, immortal shade,
  On that confusion which thy death has made:

  28 lines
• To a Lady on Her Remarkable Preservation

  Though thou did'st hear the tempest from afar,
  And felt'st the horrors of the wat'ry war,

  32 lines
• On Virtue

  O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive
  To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare

  21 lines
• On the Death of J.C. an Infant

  No more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure rife,
  Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes,

  42 lines
• On Being Brought from Africa to America

  'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
  Taught my benighted soul to understand

  8 lines, 7 comments
• A Rebus

  I.
  A bird delicious to the taste,

  21 lines
• To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sister

  On Death's domain intent I fix my eyes,
  Where human nature in vast ruin lies,

  34 lines, 1 comment
• To a Clergyman on the Death of His Lady

  Where contemplation finds her sacred spring,
  Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring,

  43 lines
• To Maecenas

  Maecenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade,
  Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd.

  55 lines, 1 comment
• To Captain H---d, of the 65th Regiment

  Say, muse divine, can hostile scenes delight
  The warrior's bosom in the fields of fight?

  10 lines
• To the University of Cambridge

  While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,
  The muses promise to assist my pen;

  30 lines, 1 comment
• To a Lady on Her Coming to North-America

  Indulgent muse! my grov'ling mind inspire,
  And fill my bosom with celestial fire.

  34 lines
• To the King's Most Excellent Majesty, 1768

  Your subjects hope, dread Sire--
  The crown upon your brows may flourish long,

  15 lines
• To a Lady and Her Children

  O'erwhelming sorrow now demands my song:
  From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung.

  30 lines
• On the Death of the Rev. Mr. George Whitefield, 1770

  Hail, happy saint, on thine immortal throne,
  To thee complaints of grievance are unknown;

  49 lines
• To the Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory

  To cultivate in ev'ry noble mind
  Habitual grace, and sentiments refin'd,

  28 lines
• On the Death of a Young Gentleman

  Who taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night,
  To vanquish satan in the fields of light?

  24 lines
• 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

  40 lines
• 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:

  34 lines
• To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor

  All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r,
  Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more!

  45 lines
• Thoughts on the Works of Providence

  Arise, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise
  To praise the monarch of the earth and skies,

  131 lines
• An Answer To The Rebus, By The Author Of These Poems

  The poet asks, and Phillis can't refuse
  To show th' obedience of the Infant muse.

  20 lines

• By me, right now

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