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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... thee abroad , expos'd to publick view ; Made thee in raggs , halting to th ' press to trudg , Where errors were not lessened ( all may judg ) At thy return my blushing was not small , My rambling brat ( in print ) should mother call , I ...
... thee abroad , expos'd to publick view ; Made thee in raggs , halting to th ' press to trudg , Where errors were not lessened ( all may judg ) At thy return my blushing was not small , My rambling brat ( in print ) should mother call , I ...
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... thee , give recompence . Thy love is such I can no way repay , The heavens reward thee manifold I pray . Then while we live , in love lets so persever , That when we live no more , we may live ever . 10 “ As loving Hind ” As loving Hind ...
... thee , give recompence . Thy love is such I can no way repay , The heavens reward thee manifold I pray . Then while we live , in love lets so persever , That when we live no more , we may live ever . 10 “ As loving Hind ” As loving Hind ...
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... , ever stay , and go not thence , Till natures sad decree shall call thee hence ; Flesh of thy flesh , bone of thy bone , I here , thou there , yet both but one . 20 Before the Birth of one of her Children 10 All 4 ANNE BRADSTREET.
... , ever stay , and go not thence , Till natures sad decree shall call thee hence ; Flesh of thy flesh , bone of thy bone , I here , thou there , yet both but one . 20 Before the Birth of one of her Children 10 All 4 ANNE BRADSTREET.
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... thee , That when that knot's unty'd that made us one , I may seem thine , who in effect am none . And if I see not half my dayes that's due , What nature would , God grant to yours and you ; ; The many faults that well you know I have ...
... thee , That when that knot's unty'd that made us one , I may seem thine , who in effect am none . And if I see not half my dayes that's due , What nature would , God grant to yours and you ; ; The many faults that well you know I have ...
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... pure . The race is run , the field is won , the victory's mine I see , For ever know , thou envious foe , the foyle belongs to thee . 20 30 To her Father with some verses Most truly honoured , TO MY HUSBAND AND OTHER POEMS 9.
... pure . The race is run , the field is won , the victory's mine I see , For ever know , thou envious foe , the foyle belongs to thee . 20 30 To her Father with some verses Most truly honoured , TO MY HUSBAND AND OTHER POEMS 9.
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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