Part 4: Free-Response Question

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Part 4: Free-Response Question
In this portion of the project, you will practice responding to the following free-response question to
prepare for the exam. Consult with your teacher about the format of the writing. Your teacher may ask
you to type your essay and submit it outside of class or to handwrite your essay in a timed classroom
The essay is worth 100 points total. Consult the AP® English Literature and Composition rubrics
published by College Board® for scoring guidance.
In Phillis Wheatley’s poem “To the Right Honorable William, Earl of Dartmouth,” published in 1773, the
speaker congratulates Dartmouth on his appointment as secretary of state for North America and
reflects on the importance of freedom. Read the poem carefully. Then, in a well-written essay, analyze
how Wheatley uses literary elements and techniques to convey her argument to Dartmouth.
Your response should:
 present a defensible thesis.
 develop an effective line of reasoning.
 include evidence to support the line of reasoning.
 comment on how the evidence supports the line of reasoning.
 use correct grammar and punctuation.
“To the Right Honorable 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, congratulates thy blissful sway:
Elate with hope her race no longer mourns,
Each soul expands, each grateful bosom burns,
While in thine hand with pleasure we behold
The silken reins, and Freedom’s charms unfold.
Long lost to realms beneath the northern skies
She shines supreme, while hated faction dies:
Soon as appear’d the Goddess long desir’d,
Sick at the view, she languish’d and expir’d;
Thus from the splendors of the morning light
The owl in sadness seeks the caves of night.
No more, America, in mournful strain
Of wrongs, and grievance unredress’d complain,
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No longer shalt thou dread the iron chain,
Which wanton Tyranny with lawless hand
Had made, and with it meant t’ enslave the land.
Should you, my lord, while you peruse my song,
Wonder from whence my love of Freedom sprung,
Whence flow these wishes for the common good,
By feeling hearts alone best understood,
I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate
Was snatch’d from Afric’s fancy’d happy seat:
What pangs excruciating must molest,
What sorrows labour in my parent’s breast?
Steel’d was that soul and by no misery mov’d
That from a father seiz’d his babe belov’d:
Such, such my case. And can I then but pray
Others may never feel tyrannic sway?
For favours past, great Sir, our thanks are due,
And thee we ask thy favours to renew,
Since in thy pow’r, as in thy will before,
To sooth the griefs, which thou did’st once deplore.
May heav’nly grace the sacred sanction give
To all thy works, and thou for ever live
Not only on the wings of fleeting Fame,
Though praise immortal crowns the patriot’s name,
But to conduct to heav’ns refulgent fane,
May fiery coursers sweep th’ ethereal plain,
And bear thee upwards to that blest abode,
Where, like the prophet, thou shalt find thy God.