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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... gone , His presence and his safe return , still wooes , With thousand dolefull sighs and mournfull Cooes . Or as the loving Mullet , that true Fish , Her fellow lost , nor joy nor life do wish , But lanches on that shore , there for to ...
... gone , His presence and his safe return , still wooes , With thousand dolefull sighs and mournfull Cooes . Or as the loving Mullet , that true Fish , Her fellow lost , nor joy nor life do wish , But lanches on that shore , there for to ...
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... gone so far in's Zodiack , Whom whilst I ' joy'd , nor storms , nor frosts I felt , His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt . My chilled limbs now nummed lye forlorn ; Return , return sweet Sol from Capricorn ; In this dead time ...
... gone so far in's Zodiack , Whom whilst I ' joy'd , nor storms , nor frosts I felt , His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt . My chilled limbs now nummed lye forlorn ; Return , return sweet Sol from Capricorn ; In this dead time ...
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... gone Is ' mongst the shrubs and bushes flown , And as his wings increase in strength , On higher boughs he'l pearch at length . My other three , still with me nest , Untill they'r grown , then as the rest , Or here or there , they'l ...
... gone Is ' mongst the shrubs and bushes flown , And as his wings increase in strength , On higher boughs he'l pearch at length . My other three , still with me nest , Untill they'r grown , then as the rest , Or here or there , they'l ...
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... what 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.
... what 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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... gone , ev'n as a word that's speaking . O whil'st I live , this grace me 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 ...
... gone , ev'n as a word that's speaking . O whil'st I live , this grace me 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 ...
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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