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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... happy memory An Elegie upon that Honourable and renowned Knight Sir Philip Sidney , who was untimely slain at the Siege of Zutphen , Anno , 1586 To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq ; these humbly presented The Prologue [ to ...
... happy memory An Elegie upon that Honourable and renowned Knight Sir Philip Sidney , who was untimely slain at the Siege of Zutphen , Anno , 1586 To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq ; these humbly presented The Prologue [ to ...
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... happy in a man , Compare with me ye women if women if you can . I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold , Or all the riches that the East doth hold . My love is such that Rivers cannot quench , Nor ought but love from thee , give ...
... happy in a man , Compare with me ye women if women if you can . I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold , Or all the riches that the East doth hold . My love is such that Rivers cannot quench , Nor ought but love from thee , give ...
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... 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 , But ...
... 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 , But ...
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... happy Soul , ' mongst Saints and Angels blest , Who after all his toyle , is now at rest : His hoary head in righteousness was found : As joy in heaven on earth let praise resound . Forgotten never be his memory , His blessing rest on ...
... happy Soul , ' mongst Saints and Angels blest , Who after all his toyle , is now at rest : His hoary head in righteousness was found : As joy in heaven on earth let praise resound . Forgotten never be his memory , His blessing rest on ...
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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