The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672): Together with Her Prose RemainsThe Duodecimos, 1897 - 347 páginas |
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... Dead , dry lump , Thou bearest nor grass , nor plant , nor tree , nor stump . Thy extreme thirst is moistened by my love With springs below and showers from above , Or else thy sun - burned face and gaping chops . Complain to the ...
... Dead , dry lump , Thou bearest nor grass , nor plant , nor tree , nor stump . Thy extreme thirst is moistened by my love With springs below and showers from above , Or else thy sun - burned face and gaping chops . Complain to the ...
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... dead . Yea , so contagious countries have we known , That birds have not ' scaped death as they have flown ; Of murrain , cattle numberless did fall ; Men feared destruction epidemical . Then of my tempests felt at sea and land , The ...
... dead . Yea , so contagious countries have we known , That birds have not ' scaped death as they have flown ; Of murrain , cattle numberless did fall ; Men feared destruction epidemical . Then of my tempests felt at sea and land , The ...
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... dead and wan's her face , And ' fore she be assaulted quits the place . She dares not challenge if I speak amiss , Nor hath she wit or heat to blush at this . Here's three of you all see now what you are ; Then yield to me preeminence ...
... dead and wan's her face , And ' fore she be assaulted quits the place . She dares not challenge if I speak amiss , Nor hath she wit or heat to blush at this . Here's three of you all see now what you are ; Then yield to me preeminence ...
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... dead lion , by beasts triumphéd o'er ? Again , you know how I act every part By the influence I still send from the heart ; It's nor your muscles , nerves , nor this , nor that Does aught without my lively heat , that's flat . Nay , the ...
... dead lion , by beasts triumphéd o'er ? Again , you know how I act every part By the influence I still send from the heart ; It's nor your muscles , nerves , nor this , nor that Does aught without my lively heat , that's flat . Nay , the ...
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... dead afresh do live : The croaking frogs , whom nipping winter killed , Like birds now chirp and hop about the field . The nightingale , the blackbird , and the thrush Now tune their lays on sprays of every bush . The wanton frisking ...
... dead afresh do live : The croaking frogs , whom nipping winter killed , Like birds now chirp and hop about the field . The nightingale , the blackbird , and the thrush Now tune their lays on sprays of every bush . The wanton frisking ...
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The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672): Together with Her Prose ... Charles Eliot Norton,William Randolph Hearst,Anne Bradstreet Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) Together with Her Prose Remains; Anne Bradstreet Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
Alexander ANNE BRADSTREET Antigonus Antipater army Babylon Bactria Bartas behold Bessus blest blood brave Callisthenes Cassander Choler cold command Craterus crown Cyrus Darius daughter dead dear death didst dost doth Du Bartas e'er earth edition Eumenes Evergetes eyes fame father fears fight fire foes force friends fruits gainst glory gold gone Greeks grief hand hath heart heat heavens honor hope Joseph Dudley king kingdoms land live Lord Lysimachus Macedon Mardonius mighty mind monarchy mongst mother muse naught ne'er never noble o'er pain Parmenio Perdiccas Persian Philotas poems praise prince proud Ptolemy queen reign rest rich Seleucus sends SIMON BRADSTREET sister slain soldiers soon sore sorrow soul sweet sword tell thee thine things thou hast thought thousand throne town unto valor vanity verses wealth wise Xerxes Zütphen
Pasajes populares
Página 243 - I wist not what to wish, yet sure thought I, If so much excellence abide below ; How excellent is He, that dwells on high ! Whose power and beauty by his works we know.
Página 252 - The Mariner that on smooth waves doth glide, Sings merrily, and steers his barque with ease, As if he had command of wind and tide, And now become great Master of the seas...
Página 264 - To My Dear and Loving Husband If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
Página 254 - Be still, thou unregenerate part; Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vowed (and so will do) Thee as a foe still to pursue, And combat with thee will and must Until I see thee laid in th
Página 250 - Ye Fish which in this liquid Region 'bide, That for each season have your habitation, Now salt, now fresh, where you think best to glide To unknown coasts to give a visitation, In...
Página 264 - To MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
Página 248 - No sooner born, but grief and care makes fall That state obliterate he had at first: Nor youth, nor strength, nor wisdom spring again Nor habitations long their names retain, But in oblivion to the final day remain. Shall I then praise the heavens, the trees, the earth Because their beauty and their strength last longer Shall I wish there, or never to had birth, Because they're bigger, & their bodyes stronger?
Página 338 - As weary pilgrim, now at rest, Hugs with delight his silent nest, His wasted limbs now lie full soft That miry steps have trodden oft; Blesses himself to think upon His dangers past and travails done...
Página 264 - If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Página 255 - My greatest honor it shall be When I am victor over thee, And triumph shall, with laurel head, When thou my captive shalt be led.