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. |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 18
Página 5
... dayes that's due , What nature would , God grant to yours and you ; ; The many faults that well you know I have , Let be interr'd in my oblivious grave ; If any worth or virtue were in me , Let that live freshly in thy memory And when ...
... dayes that's due , What nature would , God grant to yours and you ; ; The many faults that well you know I have , Let be interr'd in my oblivious grave ; If any worth or virtue were in me , Let that live freshly in thy memory And when ...
Página 8
... dayes in tunes Ile spend , Till my weak layes with me shall end . In shady woods I'le sit and sing , And things that past , to mind I'le bring . Once young and pleasant , as are you , But former toyes ( no joyes ) adieu . My age I will ...
... dayes in tunes Ile spend , Till my weak layes with me shall end . In shady woods I'le sit and sing , And things that past , to mind I'le bring . Once young and pleasant , as are you , But former toyes ( no joyes ) adieu . My age I will ...
Página 11
... , As in the mean ones , of our foolish dayes , Which all they have , and more still set to view , Their greatness may be judg'd by what they shew . 4.0 50 His thoughts were more sublime , his actions wise TO MY HUSBAND AND OTHER POEMS 11.
... , As in the mean ones , of our foolish dayes , Which all they have , and more still set to view , Their greatness may be judg'd by what they shew . 4.0 50 His thoughts were more sublime , his actions wise TO MY HUSBAND AND OTHER POEMS 11.
Página 13
... dayes : Of all her Children , Children , liv'd to see , Then dying , left a blessed memory . 10 Upon the burning of our house , July roth , 1666 In silent night when rest I took , For sorrow neer I did not look , I waken'd was with ...
... dayes : Of all her Children , Children , liv'd to see , Then dying , left a blessed memory . 10 Upon the burning of our house , July roth , 1666 In silent night when rest I took , For sorrow neer I did not look , I waken'd was with ...
Página 16
... 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 , And Corn and grass are in their season mown , And time brings ...
... 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 , And Corn and grass are in their season mown , And time brings ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
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