A Letter Written by Phillis Wheatley

Dear Readers, today I'm posting
a letter written by Phillis Wheatley
to the Countess of Huntington
if you compare her letter to a letter we would
write nowadays our letters just sound sloppy
sloppy English our letters compared to hers
are like that of a childs isn't that strange because
we have been American citizens since we were young
and she was only here from the time she was eight and so fourth.
 Come to thing of it we even try to make it shorter how are you we say
How r u or instead of saying how have things been for you we say how have things been 4 u.I don't know about you but I'm going to try to use proper English from now on not all the time mostly on my blog but I'm not going to shorten my English.

Most noble lady
   The Occasion of my addressing your Ladyship will,I hope,
Apologize for this my boldness in my doing it: it is to enclose a few
lines on the decease of your worthy Chaplain, Rev'd Mr.
Whitefield, in the loss of whom I Sincerely sympathize with
your Ladyship; butyour great loss which is his greater gain, will,
I hope, meet with infinite reparation in the presence of God, the
Divine Benefactor whose image you bare by filial imitation.
The Tongues of the learned are insufficient, much less the
pen of an untutor'd African, to paint in lively characters, the ex-
cellencies of this citizen of Zion! I beg an interest to your Lady-
ship's prayers and Am,
                                                                         With great humility
                                                                      your Ladyships most
                                                             Obedient  Humble Servant
                                                                              Phillis Wheatley
[Boston Oct. 25, 1770]

You can read more about Phillis Wheatley
by clicking on this link Phillis Wheatley

Goodbye for now
Poem Girl.

Random Poems

Dear readers here are a few
poems I think you may find interesting.



Love 
Tis love that God gave us
Tis love I'll show
To friends family and to thee
Tis love that makes me joyous.

Tis love that I have for my God
Tis love that I have for my family
Tis with love that I write poetry
Tis love I shall spread abroad.
                             -Poem Girl

A Thing Like That
A breeze that rolls the rushing waves
A breeze that cools in the spring
A breeze that gives the slightest breath
Can power a mighty gust of wind
That shows the power of our God
A God who loves and Saves
A thing like a breeze can be what saves you.

                                                          -Poem Girl

Goodbye for now
Poem Girl.

More on Phillis Weatley

Dear Readers, if you enjoyed my
earlier post on Phillis Weatley and
her poems
you'll enjoy this one.

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 favors past,
The meanest peasant must admire the last.*
May George, beloved by all the nations round,
Live with heav'n's choicest constant. blessings

crowned!

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!

The Repeal of the Stamp Act.


Goodbye for now
Poem Girl.

A great poet with a story

Dear Readers,  today's post is on poet named Phillis Wheatley
 she was the second American Woman to publish a book of poems
and the first well known black American poet she was
kidnapped when she was eight and was sold to a man named
John Wheatley she became a servant to his wife Mrs Weatley
it took her six months to learn to speek english and wrote her first
poem when she was thirteen Mr and Mrs Wheatley encouraged her to
pursue in this and later was taken to England with Mr Weatley there her first poem book was published it was called poems on various subjects religious and moral here is one of her poems from that book.


On Virtue 

O, thou bright jewel, in my aim I strive

To comprehend thee ; thine own words declare

Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach,

I cease to wonder, and no more attempt

Thine height t' explore, or fathom thy profound

But, O my soul, sink not into despair,

Virtue is near thee, and with gentle hand

Would now embrace thee, hovers o'er thy head.

Fain would the heaven-born soul with her converse,

Then seek, then court her for her promised bliss.

Auspicious queen, thine heav'nly pinions spread,

And lead celestial Chastity along;

Lo! how her sacred retinue descends,

Arrayed in glory from the orbs above.

Attend me, Virtue, thro' my youthful years!

O, leave me not to the false joys of time!

But guide my steps to endless life and bliss.

Greatness, or Goodness, say what I shall call thee,

To give a higher appelation still,

Teach me a better strain, a nobler lay.

Stay tuned for more poems by Phillis Weatley 

Goodbye for now 

Poem Girl.