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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... thou in thy God ” “ As spring the winter doth succeed ” Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England , Novem . 6 , 1657 “ My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue " For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague , June , 1661 ...
... thou in thy God ” “ As spring the winter doth succeed ” Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England , Novem . 6 , 1657 “ My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue " For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague , June , 1661 ...
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... was untimely slain at the Siege of Zutphen , Anno , 1586 To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq ; these humbly presented The Prologue [ to The Tenth Muse ] 66 69 70 The Author to her Book 10 Thou ill - form'd CONTENTS vii.
... was untimely slain at the Siege of Zutphen , Anno , 1586 To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq ; these humbly presented The Prologue [ to The Tenth Muse ] 66 69 70 The Author to her Book 10 Thou ill - form'd CONTENTS vii.
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... thou run'st more hobling than is meet ; In better dress to trim thee was my mind , But nought save home - spun Cloth , i'th ' house I find . In this array , ' mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam In Criticks hands , beware thou dost not come ...
... thou run'st more hobling than is meet ; In better dress to trim thee was my mind , But nought save home - spun Cloth , i'th ' house I find . In this array , ' mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam In Criticks hands , beware thou dost not come ...
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... 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.
... 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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... thou dost trace , That once a day , thy Spouse thou mayst imbrace ; And when thou canst not treat by loving mouth , Thy rayes afar , salute her from the south . But for one moneth I see no day ( poor soul ) Like those far scituate under ...
... thou dost trace , That once a day , thy Spouse thou mayst imbrace ; And when thou canst not treat by loving mouth , Thy rayes afar , salute her from the south . But for one moneth I see no day ( poor soul ) Like those far scituate under ...
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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