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The Poems of Phillis Wheatley

XII
But thou! Temptation hence away,
With all thy fatal train
Nor once seduce my soul away,
By thine enchanting strain.

XIII
Thrice happy they, whose heav'nly shield
Secures their souls from harms
And fell Temptation on the field
Of all its pow'r disarms!
Boston, May 7, 1773.
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A Rebus, By I. B.
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I
A bird, delicious to the taste,
On which an army once did feast,
Sent by an hand unseen;
A creature of a horned race,
Which Britain's royal standards grace:
A gem of vivid green;
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The Poems of Phillis Wheatley

II
A town of gaiety and sport,
Where beaux and beauteous nymphs resort,
A gallantry doth reign;
A Dardan hero fam'd of old
For youth and beauty, as we're told,
And by a monarch slain;

III
A peer of popular applause,
Who doth our violated laws,
And grievances proclaim.
Th' initials show a vanquished town,
That adds fresh glory and renown
To old Britannia's fame.
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An Answer to the Rebus, by the Author of These Poems
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The poet asks, and Phillis can't refuse,
To show th' obedience of the Infant muse.
She knows the Quail of most inviting taste
Fed Israel's army in the dreary waste;
And what's on Britain's royal standard borne,
But the tall, graceful, rampant Unicorn?
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