 | Phillis Wheatley - 1909 - 108 pages
...the painted plume. Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display To shield your poet from the burning day : Calliope awake the sacred lyre, While thy fair...fire : The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. See in the east th' illustrious king of day! His rising radiance... | |
 | Henri Grégoire, Graham Russell Hodges - 1997 - 178 pages
...the painted plume. Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display To shield your poet from the burning day: Calliope, awake the sacred lyre, While thy fair...fire: The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. See in the east th' illustrious king of day! His rising radiance... | |
 | Russell Reising - 1996 - 396 pages
...of "bright Aurora": Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display To shield your poet from the burning day: Calliope awake the sacred lyre, While thy fair...fire: The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. In a poem ostensibly written in praise of the morning and of... | |
 | Phillis Wheatley - 2001 - 280 pages
...the painted plume. Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display To shield your poet from the burning day: Calliope awake the sacred lyre, While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire: 15 The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. See in the... | |
 | Vincent Carretta - 1996 - 416 pages
...verdant gloom display To shield your poet from the burning day: Calliope awake the sacred lyre, 10 While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire: The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. See in the east th'illustrious king of day! His rising radiance... | |
 | John C. Shields - 2004 - 482 pages
...Evening," the poet seeks aid from "ye ever honour'd nine." Subsequently she calls upon "Calliope [to] awake the sacred lyre,/ While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire" (56). As Calliope is the only one among the Muses whom Wheatley names in her extant poetry, she plainly... | |
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Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume. Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display To shield your poet from the burning day: Calliope awake the sacred lyre. While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing... 