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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... husbands safe Arrivall Sept. 3 , 1662 “ As weary pilgrim , now at rest ” 27 28 28 30 32 34 IV | Contemplations 37 V | Dialogues and Lamentations 46. 34 35 vili that learned crew : Ambition moves still in his vi POEMS OF ANNE BRADSTREET.
... husbands safe Arrivall Sept. 3 , 1662 “ As weary pilgrim , now at rest ” 27 28 28 30 32 34 IV | Contemplations 37 V | Dialogues and Lamentations 46. 34 35 vili that learned crew : Ambition moves still in his vi POEMS OF ANNE BRADSTREET.
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... rest , I nurst them up with pain and care , Nor cost , nor labour did I spare , Till at the last they felt their wing , Mounted the Trees , and learn'd to sing ; Chief of the Brood then took his flight , To Regions far , and left me ...
... rest , I nurst them up with pain and care , Nor cost , nor labour did I spare , Till at the last they felt their wing , Mounted the Trees , and learn'd to sing ; Chief of the Brood then took his flight , To Regions far , and left me ...
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... rest , Or here or there , they'l take their flight , As is ordain'd , so shall they light . If birds could weep , then would my tears Let others know what are my fears Lest this my brood some harm should catch , And be surpriz'd for ...
... rest , Or here or there , they'l take their flight , As is ordain'd , so shall they light . If birds could weep , then would my tears Let others know what are my fears Lest this my brood some harm should catch , And be surpriz'd for ...
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... rest , In chirping language , oft them tell , You had a Dam that lov'd you well , That did what could be done for young , And nurst you up till you were strong , And ' fore she once would let you fly , She shew'd you joy and misery ...
... rest , In chirping language , oft them tell , You had a Dam that lov'd you well , That did what could be done for young , And nurst you up till you were strong , And ' fore she once would let you fly , She shew'd you joy and misery ...
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... 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 his posterity : His pious Footsteps followed by his race , At last will bring us to ...
... 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 his posterity : His pious Footsteps followed by his race , At last will bring us to ...
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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