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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... bring this verse , With some sad sighs honour my absent Herse ; And kiss this paper for thy loves dear sake , Who with salt tears this last Farewel did take . 20 > II / DOMESTIC POEMS In reference to her Children , TO MY HUSBAND AND ...
... bring this verse , With some sad sighs honour my absent Herse ; And kiss this paper for thy loves dear sake , Who with salt tears this last Farewel did take . 20 > II / DOMESTIC POEMS In reference to her Children , TO MY HUSBAND AND ...
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... bring . Once young and pleasant , as are you , But former toyes ( no joyes ) adieu . My age I will not once lament , But sing , my time so near is spent . And from the top bough take my flight , Into a country beyond sight , Where old ...
... bring . Once young and pleasant , as are you , But former toyes ( no joyes ) adieu . My age I will not once lament , But sing , my time so near is spent . And from the top bough take my flight , Into a country beyond sight , Where old ...
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... bring us to that happy place Where we with joy each others face shall see , And parted more by death shall never be . 60 70 His Epitaph Within this Tomb a Patriot lyes That was both pious , just and wise , To Truth a shield , to right a ...
... bring us to that happy place Where we with joy each others face shall see , And parted more by death shall never be . 60 70 His Epitaph Within this Tomb a Patriot lyes That was both pious , just and wise , To Truth a shield , to right a ...
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... brings down what is both strong and tall . But plants new set to be eradicate , And buds new blown , to have so short a date , Is by his hand alone that guides nature and fate . In memory of my dear grand - child Anne Bradstreet . Who ...
... brings down what is both strong and tall . But plants new set to be eradicate , And buds new blown , to have so short a date , Is by his hand alone that guides nature and fate . In memory of my dear grand - child Anne Bradstreet . Who ...
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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