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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... 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 to discry . Or as the pensive Dove doth all alone ...
... 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 to discry . Or as the pensive Dove doth all alone ...
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... Eyes , my life , nay more , My joy , my Magazine of earthly store , If two be one , as surely thou and I , How stayest thou there , whilst I at Ipswich lye ? So many steps , head from the heart to sever If but a neck , soon should we be ...
... Eyes , my life , nay more , My joy , my Magazine of earthly store , If two be one , as surely thou and I , How stayest thou there , whilst I at Ipswich lye ? So many steps , head from the heart to sever If but a neck , soon should we be ...
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... eyes shall 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 ...
... eyes shall 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 ...
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... eye , So happy may you live and die : Mean while my 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 ...
... eye , So happy may you live and die : Mean while my 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 ...
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... eyes aside did cast , And here and there the places spye Where oft I sate , and long did lye . Here stood that Trunk , and there that chest ; There lay that store I counted best : My pleasant things in ashes lye , And them behold no ...
... eyes aside did cast , And here and there the places spye Where oft I sate , and long did lye . Here stood that Trunk , and there that chest ; There lay that store I counted best : My pleasant things in ashes lye , And them behold no ...
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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