Her work proved that she was a dedicated writer that believed without a shadow of a doubt in including the reality of situations and painting picturesque images. I especially liked the way her wording captivated me in the sense that with the shortest phrase, a major scene was envisioned. For example, in "On the Death of the Rev. Mr. George Whitefield", she wrote, "thy sermons in unequaled accents flowed, and every bosom with devotion glowed, thou didst in strains of eloquence refined inflame the heart, and captivate the mind" (pg. 368). With these stanzas, I immediately saw a preacher that touched several people's hearts with his sermons and it only made them more loving, caring, and open-minded. It fascinated the congregation. His words were mesmerizing, hypnotizing, and enchanting to their ears, hearts, and souls. Then later on Wheatley says, "behold the prophet in his towering flight" (pg. 369) which I interpreted to mean that the Reverend had passed away and was on a magical journey to heaven. But there was no need for me to guess, because Wheatley assured me of its meaning with the very next
Her work proved that she was a dedicated writer that believed without a shadow of a doubt in including the reality of situations and painting picturesque images. I especially liked the way her wording captivated me in the sense that with the shortest phrase, a major scene was envisioned. For example, in "On the Death of the Rev. Mr. George Whitefield", she wrote, "thy sermons in unequaled accents flowed, and every bosom with devotion glowed, thou didst in strains of eloquence refined inflame the heart, and captivate the mind" (pg. 368). With these stanzas, I immediately saw a preacher that touched several people's hearts with his sermons and it only made them more loving, caring, and open-minded. It fascinated the congregation. His words were mesmerizing, hypnotizing, and enchanting to their ears, hearts, and souls. Then later on Wheatley says, "behold the prophet in his towering flight" (pg. 369) which I interpreted to mean that the Reverend had passed away and was on a magical journey to heaven. But there was no need for me to guess, because Wheatley assured me of its meaning with the very next