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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... heart with glorying Tongue " For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague , June , 1661 Upon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recovery from a dangerous feaver On my Sons Return out of England , July 17 , 1661 Upon my dear and ...
... heart with glorying Tongue " For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague , June , 1661 Upon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recovery from a dangerous feaver On my Sons Return out of England , July 17 , 1661 Upon my dear and ...
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... 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 ( On withered bough ) most uncouthly bemoan The absence of her Love , and loving ...
... 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 ( On withered bough ) most uncouthly bemoan The absence of her Love , and loving ...
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... heart , mine 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 ...
... heart , mine 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 ...
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... heart , Nor honours pufft him up , when he had part : Those titles loath'd , which some too much do love For truly his ambition lay above . His humble mind so lov'd humility , He left it to his race for Legacy : And oft and oft , with ...
... heart , Nor honours pufft him up , when he had part : Those titles loath'd , which some too much do love For truly his ambition lay above . His humble mind so lov'd humility , He left it to his race for Legacy : And oft and oft , with ...
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... heart did cry To strengthen me in my Distresse And not to leave me succourlesse . Then coming out beheld a space , The flame consume my dwelling place . 10 And , when I could no longer look , I blest his Name that gave and took , , That ...
... heart did cry To strengthen me in my Distresse And not to leave me succourlesse . Then coming out beheld a space , The flame consume my dwelling place . 10 And , when I could no longer look , I blest his Name that gave and took , , That ...
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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