To My Husband and Other PoemsCourier Corporation, 2012 M07 6 - 80 páginas The daughter of one colonial governor and the wife of another, Anne Dudley Bradstreet (1612–72) was also a skilled and accomplished writer, whose collection of poetry, The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America, was the first volume of original verse written in the colonies. In addition to being America's first poet, she was also, in great likelihood, the first professional woman poet in the English language. This collection of poetry, selected from a number of her works, discloses the thoughts of a remarkably sensitive and well-educated woman. Exhibiting great range and beauty, the poems encompass everything from lyric verses addressed to her husband and children and a formal elegy in honor of Queen Elizabeth I to loving epitaphs honoring her deceased mother, father, and grandchildren. Grouped according to category (love, home life, religious meditations, dialogues, and lamentations), the poems not only exhibit Anne Bradstreet’s wide learning but also reveal the influence of Montaigne, Homer, Raleigh, Sidney, Spenser, and other poets. Sure to be welcomed by students and teachers, this collection is also important for the light it sheds on the cares, concerns, and roles of colonial women. |
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... mother of eight children and the manager of the household , she had little time to pursue literary ambitions , which in themselves were considered unsuitable , and even harmful , in a Puritan colonial woman . But Bradstreet recognized ...
... mother of eight children and the manager of the household , she had little time to pursue literary ambitions , which in themselves were considered unsuitable , and even harmful , in a Puritan colonial woman . But Bradstreet recognized ...
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... Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley , who deceased Decemb . 27. 1643. and of her age , 61 Upon the burning of our house , July 10th , 1666 Upon some distemper of body In memory of my dear grand - child Elizabeth Bradstreet , who deceased August ...
... Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley , who deceased Decemb . 27. 1643. and of her age , 61 Upon the burning of our house , July 10th , 1666 Upon some distemper of body In memory of my dear grand - child Elizabeth Bradstreet , who deceased August ...
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... mother call , I cast thee by as one unfit for light , Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight ; Yet being mine own , at length affection would Thy blemishes amend , if so I could : I wash'd thy face , but more defects I saw , And rubbing ...
... mother call , I cast thee by as one unfit for light , Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight ; Yet being mine own , at length affection would Thy blemishes amend , if so I could : I wash'd thy face , but more defects I saw , And rubbing ...
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... Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley , who deceased Decemb . 27. 1643. and age , 61 of her Here lyes , A Worthy Matron of unspotted life , A loving Mother and obedient wife , A friendly Neighbor , pitiful to poor , Whom oft she fed , and clothed ...
... Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley , who deceased Decemb . 27. 1643. and age , 61 of her Here lyes , A Worthy Matron of unspotted life , A loving Mother and obedient wife , A friendly Neighbor , pitiful to poor , Whom oft she fed , and clothed ...
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ANNE BRADSTREET Art thou babe behold blest brave canst celebrate thy chear Crown dayes dead death doth dust e're earl of Lincoln Earth England ev'n eyes fainting fame Farewel Father fear flesh fruitfull gastly glory gold gone graunt grief happy hath head heavens Herse honour husband I'le i'th is't joyes King Land live Lord lov'd mighty Mighty fall mind mongst Mother Mullet Muse ne'r Nobles nought once pain payd Puritan Queen rest rich Rome setled shew shine sicknes sighs Simon Bradstreet sing Skyes sore sorrow Soul Spains storm streight sweet tears tell thine things thou didst thou dost Thou hast thou know'st thou'st thy face Thy love thy Mercyes thy Name thy Praise tongue trees twixt unto Thee unto thy vanity verse warrs wast wayes wealth weep whilst Zutphen