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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... gives voice to sincere and deep - felt sentiment in memorable verse that retains the power to move us . In her fine poem Upon the Burning of Our House , the grievousness of her loss and the courage of her acceptance of it epitomizes the ...
... gives voice to sincere and deep - felt sentiment in memorable verse that retains the power to move us . In her fine poem Upon the Burning of Our House , the grievousness of her loss and the courage of her acceptance of it epitomizes the ...
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... give recompence . Thy love is such I can no way repay , The heavens reward thee manifold I pray . Then while we live , in love lets so persever , That when we live no more , we may live ever . 10 “ As loving Hind ” As loving Hind that ...
... give recompence . Thy love is such I can no way repay , The heavens reward thee manifold I pray . Then while we live , in love lets so persever , That when we live no more , we may live ever . 10 “ As loving Hind ” As loving Hind that ...
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... once , unto my suit give ear , And tell my griefs in either Hemisphere : ( And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drown'd The woful accents of my doleful sound ) , , 10 20 If in thy swift Carrier thou canst make 2 ANNE BRADSTREET.
... once , unto my suit give ear , And tell my griefs in either Hemisphere : ( And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drown'd The woful accents of my doleful sound ) , , 10 20 If in thy swift Carrier thou canst make 2 ANNE BRADSTREET.
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... would kill ? Thus gone , amongst you I may live , And dead , yet speak , and counsel give : Farewel my birds , farewel adieu , I happy am , if well with you . 80 7 go Upon a Fit of Sickness , Anno . 1632. Ætatis 8 ANNE BRADSTREET.
... would kill ? Thus gone , amongst you I may live , And dead , yet speak , and counsel give : Farewel my birds , farewel adieu , I happy am , if well with you . 80 7 go Upon a Fit of Sickness , Anno . 1632. Ætatis 8 ANNE BRADSTREET.
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... give , I doing good may be , Then deaths arrest I shall count best , because it's thy decree ; Bestow much cost there's nothing lost , to make Salvation sure , O great's the gain , though got with pain , comes by profession pure . The ...
... give , I doing good may be , Then deaths arrest I shall count best , because it's thy decree ; Bestow much cost there's nothing lost , to make Salvation sure , O great's the gain , though got with pain , comes by profession pure . The ...
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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