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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... this 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.
... this 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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... tell the starrs or Ocean sand , Or all the grass that in the Meads do stand , The leaves in th ' woods , the hail or drops of rain , Or in a corn - field number every grain , Or every mote that in the sun - shine hops , May count my ...
... tell the starrs or Ocean sand , Or all the grass that in the Meads do stand , The leaves in th ' woods , the hail or drops of rain , Or in a corn - field number every grain , Or every mote that in the sun - shine hops , May count my ...
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... 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 ; Taught what was good , and what was ill ...
... 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 ; Taught what was good , and what was ill ...
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... tell his worth , I'le not be dumb : One of thy Founders , him New - England know , Who staid thy feeble sides when thou wast low , Who spent his state , his strength , and years with with care That After - comers in them might have ...
... tell his worth , I'le not be dumb : One of thy Founders , him New - England know , Who staid thy feeble sides when thou wast low , Who spent his state , his strength , and years with with care That After - comers in them might have ...
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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