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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... doth succeed ” Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England , Novem . 6 , 1657 “ My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue " For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague , June , 1661 Upon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recovery ...
... doth succeed ” Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England , Novem . 6 , 1657 “ My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue " For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague , June , 1661 Upon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recovery ...
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... doth pry , Her dearest Deer , might answer ear or eye ; So doth my anxious soul , which now doth miss , A dearer Dear ( far dearer Heart ) than this , Still wait with doubts , and hopes , and failing eye , His voice to hear , or person ...
... doth pry , Her dearest Deer , might answer ear or eye ; So doth my anxious soul , which now doth miss , A dearer Dear ( far dearer Heart ) than this , Still wait with doubts , and hopes , and failing eye , His voice to hear , or person ...
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... doth espy . Mine being gone , I lead a joyless life , I have a loving phere , yet seem no wife : But worst of all , to him can't steer my course , I here , he there , alas , both kept by force : Return my Dear , my joy , my only Love ...
... doth espy . Mine being gone , I lead a joyless life , I have a loving phere , yet seem no wife : But worst of all , to him can't steer my course , I here , he there , alas , both kept by force : Return my Dear , my joy , my only Love ...
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... doth still our joyes attend ; No tyes so strong , no friends so dear and sweet , But with deaths parting blow is sure to meet . The sentence past is most irrevocable , A common thing , yet oh inevitable ; How soon , my Dear , death may ...
... doth still our joyes attend ; No tyes so strong , no friends so dear and sweet , But with deaths parting blow is sure to meet . The sentence past is most irrevocable , A common thing , yet oh inevitable ; How soon , my Dear , death may ...
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... doth waste , our time doth hast , and then we go to th ' Tomb . O Bubble blast , how long can'st last ? that alwayes art a breaking , No sooner blown , but dead and gone , ev'n as a word that's speaking . O whil'st I live , this grace ...
... doth waste , our time doth hast , and then we go to th ' Tomb . O Bubble blast , how long can'st last ? that alwayes art a breaking , No sooner blown , but dead and gone , ev'n as a word that's speaking . O whil'st I live , this grace ...
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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