ANNE BRADSTREET [The chief poetess of the colonial time was born in England about 1612, the daughter of Thomas Dudley; and was married in 1628 to Simon Bradstreet. In 1630 she came to America, where both her father and her husband later served as governors of Massachusetts. Here she became the mother of eight children, and performed faithfully the manifold household and social duties that devolved on a woman of her station; and in some way she also found time to write a considerable body of verse. A great part of this was taken to England by her brother-in-law, and published in London in 1650, with the title "The Tenth Muse Lately sprung up in America. Or Severall Poems, compiled with great Variety of Wit and Learning," etc. The author appears to have been far too modest and too sensible to approve this absurd designation, and it is unfortunate that her work was weighted down with it. A second edition, published in Boston in 1678, six years after Mrs. Bradstreet's death, contained a number of additional poems, and showed many changes made by the author in those that had appeared earlier. Mrs. Bradstreet seems never to have sought publicity, and it is probable that many of her more personal poems, such as the last two in the selections that follow, were never intended to be printed. Besides her poems, she wrote for members of her family a short account of her religious experiences, and a series of "Meditations, Divine and Morall," of which a few specimens are given later. Anne Bradstreet's avowed master was the French poet Du Bartas, whose works had been translated into English by Sylvester; though some of her later poems show influence of the school of Spenser. Her ambitious verses those not relating to personal affairs and intended for her family — were didactic. The greater part of "The Tenth Muse" was taken up by five poems: "The Four Elements," "The Four Humours in Man's Constitution," "The Four Ages of Man," "The Four Seasons of the Year," and "The Four Monarchies." The last and longest of these "quaternions" is based on Sir Walter Raleigh's "History of the World." "Contemplations," which is usually considered the author's best poem, first appeared in the edition of 1678. It is given complete in the following pages, and serves to illustrate most of her excellences and her weaknesses. A few stanzas show genuine emotion, an appreciation of nature unusual in her day, and an ear for musical verse; others show lapses into the prosaic, and above all, the author's tendency to sacrifice everything to rather profitless moralizing. Faulty as Mrs. Bradstreet's work is, however, it gives evidence of more genuine poetic feeling than any other body of verse written in America in the seventeenth century, and deserves study as the work of a pioneer. The selections follow the edition of Anne Bradstreet's works, by John Harvard Ellis, 1867. The poem entitled "Longing for Heaven," and the "Meditations," were first printed in this edition, from the author's manuscript. "Contemplations" and "To my Dear and Loving Husband" first The others were included in "The Tenth appeared in the edition of 1678. Muse." The text of all these poems, except the two printed for the first time by Mr. Ellis, is that of the edition of 1678.] PROLOGUE I To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 But when my wondring eyes and envious heart 3 From school-boyes tongue no rhet'rick we expect Nor perfect beauty, where's a main defect: 4 Nor can I, like that fluent sweet tongu'd Greek, A full requital of his, striving pain Art can do much, but this maxime's most sure 5 I am obnoxious to each carping tongue 6 But sure the Antique Greeks were far more mild So 'mongst the rest they placed the Arts Divine, 7 Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are Men have precedency and still excell, It is but vain unjustly to wage warre: Men can do best, and women know it well Yet grant some small acknowledgement of ours. 8 And oh ye high flown quills that soar the Skies, And ever with your prey still catch your praise, If e're you daigne these lowly lines your eyes Give Thyme or Parsley wreath, I ask no bayes, This mean and unrefined ure of mine Will make you glistring gold, but more to shine. OF THE FOUR AGES OF MAN [The introductory section of the poem] Lo now four other act upon the stage, Of Primrose, Daizy & the Violet. Such cold mean flowrs the spring puts forth betime And when tis broke then ends his life and all: The next came up in a much graver sort, His golden God in's purse, which was his charm. That each should tell what of himself he knew, SPRING [From "The Four Seasons of the Year"] Another four I've left yet to bring on, At present claim'd and had priority. With smiling face and garments somewhat green, She trim'd her locks, which late had frosted been, |