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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... blest , Who after all his toyle , is now at rest : His hoary head in righteousness was found : As joy in heaven on earth let praise resound . Forgotten never be his memory , His blessing rest on his posterity : His pious Footsteps ...
... blest , Who after all his toyle , is now at rest : His hoary head in righteousness was found : As joy in heaven on earth let praise resound . Forgotten never be his memory , His blessing rest on his posterity : His pious Footsteps ...
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... blest his Name that gave and took , , That layd my goods now in the dust : Yea so it was , and so ' twas just . It was his own : it was not mine ; Far be it that I should repine . 20 He might of All justly bereft , But yet sufficient ...
... blest his Name that gave and took , , That layd my goods now in the dust : Yea so it was , and so ' twas just . It was his own : it was not mine ; Far be it that I should repine . 20 He might of All justly bereft , But yet sufficient ...
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... Blest babe why should I once bewail thy fate , Or sigh thy dayes so soon were terminate ; Sith thou art setled in an Everlasting state . 2 10 By nature Trees do rot when they are grown . And Plumbs and Apples throughly ripe do fall ...
... Blest babe why should I once bewail thy fate , Or sigh thy dayes so soon were terminate ; Sith thou art setled in an Everlasting state . 2 10 By nature Trees do rot when they are grown . And Plumbs and Apples throughly ripe do fall ...
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... blest in endless joyes remain . 10 To the memory of my dear Daughter in Law , Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet , who deceased Sept. 6. 1669. in the 28. year of her Age And live I still to see Relations gone , And yet survive to sound this wailing ...
... blest in endless joyes remain . 10 To the memory of my dear Daughter in Law , Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet , who deceased Sept. 6. 1669. in the 28. year of her Age And live I still to see Relations gone , And yet survive to sound this wailing ...
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