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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... Unto thy Hinde , thy Mullet and thy Dove , Who neither joyes in pasture , house nor streams , The substance gone , 0 me , these are but dreams . Together at one Tree , oh let us brouze , And like two Turtles roost within one house , And ...
... Unto thy Hinde , thy Mullet and thy Dove , Who neither joyes in pasture , house nor streams , The substance gone , 0 me , these are but dreams . Together at one Tree , oh let us brouze , And like two Turtles roost within one house , And ...
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... unto this day ; Yet for part payment take this simple mite , Where nothing's to be had Kings loose their right . Such is my debt , I may not say forgive , But as I can , I'le pay it while I live : Such is my bond , none can discharge ...
... unto this day ; Yet for part payment take this simple mite , Where nothing's to be had Kings loose their right . Such is my debt , I may not say forgive , But as I can , I'le pay it while I live : Such is my bond , none can discharge ...
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... unto his Throne on high , Who sendeth help to those in misery ; He chac'd away those clouds , and let me see My Anchor cast i'th ' vale with safety . He eas'd my Soul of woe , my flesh of pain , And brought me to the shore from troubled ...
... unto his Throne on high , Who sendeth help to those in misery ; He chac'd away those clouds , and let me see My Anchor cast i'th ' vale with safety . He eas'd my Soul of woe , my flesh of pain , And brought me to the shore from troubled ...
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... unto Eternity . Blest babe why should I once bewail thy fate , Or sigh thy dayes so soon were terminate ; Sith thou art setled in an Everlasting state . 2 10 By nature Trees do rot when they are grown . And Plumbs and Apples throughly ...
... unto Eternity . Blest babe why should I once bewail thy fate , Or sigh thy dayes so soon were terminate ; Sith thou art setled in an Everlasting state . 2 10 By nature Trees do rot when they are grown . And Plumbs and Apples throughly ...
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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