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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... true Who 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 ...
... true Who 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 ...
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... true , who now is gone , His presence and his safe return , still wooes , With thousand dolefull sighs and mournfull Cooes . Or as the loving Mullet , that true Fish , Her fellow lost , nor joy nor life do wish , But lanches on that ...
... true , who now is gone , His presence and his safe return , still wooes , With thousand dolefull sighs and mournfull Cooes . Or as the loving Mullet , that true Fish , Her fellow lost , nor joy nor life do wish , But lanches on that ...
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... True living Pictures of their Fathers face . O strange effect ! now thou art Southward gone , I weary grow , the tedious day so long ; But when thou Northward to me shalt return , I wish my Sun may never set , but burn Within the Cancer ...
... True living Pictures of their Fathers face . O strange effect ! now thou art Southward gone , I weary grow , the tedious day so long ; But when thou Northward to me shalt return , I wish my Sun may never set , but burn Within the Cancer ...
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... true , Hath also bid her Dam adieu : And where Aurora first appears , She now hath percht , to spend her years ; One to the Academy flew To chat among 20 30 40 That he might chant above the rest ,. that learned crew : Ambition moves ...
... true , Hath also bid her Dam adieu : And where Aurora first appears , She now hath percht , to spend her years ; One to the Academy flew To chat among 20 30 40 That he might chant above the rest ,. that learned crew : Ambition moves ...
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... True Patriot of this little Commonweal , Who is't can tax thee ought , but for thy zeal ? Truths friend thou wert , to errors still a foe , Which caus'd Apostates to maligne so . 30 Thy love to true Religion e're shall shine , My ...
... True Patriot of this little Commonweal , Who is't can tax thee ought , but for thy zeal ? Truths friend thou wert , to errors still a foe , Which caus'd Apostates to maligne so . 30 Thy love to true Religion e're shall shine , My ...
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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