"On IMAGINATION"
By Phillis Wheatley

Transcription, correction, editorial commentary, and markup by Students of Marymount University, James West, Amy Ridderhof
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London : Printed for A. Bell, 1773Page images are sourced from two copies of the first edition housed in the Library of Congress.Ann Arbor, MI: University of Michigan Humanities Text Initiative, 1999Online SGML text from the University of Michigan HTI. SGML markup edited to conform to LiC parameters, including changes to element and attribute case, ligatures, and other special html characters.

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Wheatley, Phillis. "On IMAGINATION". Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral, Printed for A. Bell, 1773 , pp 65-68 . Literature in Context: An Open Anthology. http://anthology.lib.virginia.edu/work/Wheatley/wheatley-imagination. Accessed: 2024-12-03T18:17:35.709Z

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65 On IMAGINATION. 1THY various works, imperial queen, we see, 2How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee! 3Thy wond'rous acts in beauteous order stand, 4And all attest how potent is thine hand. 5From Helicon's refulgent heights attend, 6Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend: 7To tell her glories with a faithful tongue, 8Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song. 9Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies, 10Till some lov'd object strikes her wand'ring eyes, 11Whose silken fetters all the senses bind, 12And soft captivity involves the mind.
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