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").
Mirror, Mirror
A young spring-tender girlcombed her joyous hair'You are very ugly' said the mirror.But,on her lips hunga smile of dove-secret loveliness,for only..
© Spike Milligan
Granny
Through every nook and every crannyThe wind blew in on poor old GrannyAround her knees, into each ear(And up nose as well, I fear)All through the..
© Spike Milligan
Have A Nice Day
'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.''Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.''Yes, I know, I heard..
© Spike Milligan
A Silly Poem
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,I'll draw a sketch of thee,What kind of pencil shall I use?2B or not 2B?
© Spike Milligan
On The Ning Nang Nong
On the Ning Nang NongWhere the Cows go Bong!and the monkeys all say BOO!There's a Nong Nang NingWhere the trees go Ping!And the tea pots jibber..
© Spike Milligan
To His Honour The Lieutenant-Governor, On The Death Of His Lady Marc 24, 1773
ALL-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r,Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more!Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly,Forget their..
© Phillis Wheatley
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..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Lady On Her Coming To North-America With Her Son, For The Recovery Of Her Health
INDULGENT muse! my grov'ling mind inspire,And fill my bosom with celestial fire.See from Jamaica's fervid shore she moves,Like the fair mother of the..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Lady On Her Remarkable Preservation In A Hurrican In North-Carolina
THOUGH thou did'st hear the tempest from afar,And felt'st the horrors of the wat'ry war,To me unknown, yet on this peaceful shoreMethinks I hear the..
© Phillis Wheatley
His Excellency General Washington
Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light,Columbia's scenes of glorious toils I write.While freedom's cause her anxious breast alarms,She flashes..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Gentleman And Lady On The Death Of The Lady's Brother And Sister, And A Child Of The Name Of Avis, Aged One Year
ON Death's domain intent I fix my eyes,Where human nature in vast ruin lies:With pensive mind I search the drear abode,Where the great conqu'ror has..
© Phillis Wheatley
To Captain H------D, Of The 65th Regiment
SAY, muse divine, can hostile scenes delightThe warrior's bosom in the fields of fight?Lo! here the christian and the hero joinWith mutual grace to..
© Phillis Wheatley
To S. M. A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works
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..
© Phillis Wheatley
To A Clergyman On The Death Of His Lady
WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring,Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring,Where virtue reigns unsully'd and divine,Where wisdom thron'd..
© Phillis Wheatley
To Maecenas
MAECENAS, you, beneath the myrtle shade,Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd.What felt those poets but you feel the same?Does not your..
© Phillis Wheatley
To The Right Honourable William, Earl Of Dartmouth, His Majesty's Principal Secretary Of The State For North-America
HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:The northern clime beneath her genial ray,Dartmouth..
© Phillis Wheatley
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 mindHabitual grace, and sentiments refin'd,Thus while you strive to mend the human heart,Thus while the heav'nly precepts..
© Phillis Wheatley
o 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.'Tis his to call the planets from on high,To blacken Phoebus, and..
© Phillis Wheatley
To The King's Most Excellent Majesty 1768
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..
© Phillis Wheatley
On The Death Of J.C. An Infant
No more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure rife,Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes,No more with joy we view that lovely faceSmiling..
© Phillis Wheatley
On The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Sewell, 1769
Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread,See Sewell number'd with the happy dead.Hail, holy man, arriv'd th' immortal shore,Though we shall hear..
© Phillis Wheatley
On The Death Of Dr. Samuel Marshall
THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortalshade,On that confusion which thy death has made:Or from Olympus' height look down, and seeA Town involv'd..
© Phillis Wheatley
Thoughts On The Works Of Providence
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, riseTo praise the monarch of the earth and skies,Whose goodness and benificence appearAs round its centre..
© Phillis Wheatley
An Answer To The Rebus, By The Author Of These Poems
The poet asks, and Phillis can't refuseTo show th' obedience of the Infant muse.She knows the Quail of most inviting tasteFed Israel's army in the..
© Phillis Wheatley
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