The Poems of Mrs. Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672): Together with Her Prose RemainsThe Duodecimos, 1897 - 347 páginas |
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... To the Memory of My Father An Epitaph on My Mother Contemplations The Flesh and the Spirit . The Vanity of all Worldly Things The Author to her Book . 263 266 243 245 . 248 249 259 Poems upon divers occasions : Page Upon a fit of.
... To the Memory of My Father An Epitaph on My Mother Contemplations The Flesh and the Spirit . The Vanity of all Worldly Things The Author to her Book . 263 266 243 245 . 248 249 259 Poems upon divers occasions : Page Upon a fit of.
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... Mother , she , alas , is poor , Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door . " 1 Some of Mrs. Bradstreet's occasional poems pos- sess a charm of natural and simple feeling which still touches the heart . They are the expressions of ...
... Mother , she , alas , is poor , Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door . " 1 Some of Mrs. Bradstreet's occasional poems pos- sess a charm of natural and simple feeling which still touches the heart . They are the expressions of ...
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... mother of eight children , all of whom lived to grow up . But of the special incidents of that life there are few indications either in her poems or in the remains of her prose . One event affected her greatly . In the year 1666 , in ...
... mother of eight children , all of whom lived to grow up . But of the special incidents of that life there are few indications either in her poems or in the remains of her prose . One event affected her greatly . In the year 1666 , in ...
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... mother of many children in those days when little help from outside could be had ; when the mother must provide for all their wants with scanty means of supply , and must watch over their health with the consciousness that little help ...
... mother of many children in those days when little help from outside could be had ; when the mother must provide for all their wants with scanty means of supply , and must watch over their health with the consciousness that little help ...
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... mother country in 1647 , took with him a number of her poems in manuscript , and had them printed in London without the consent of the author . To jus- tify himself in his course , he secured a number of commendatory epistles in verse ...
... mother country in 1647 , took with him a number of her poems in manuscript , and had them printed in London without the consent of the author . To jus- tify himself in his course , he secured a number of commendatory epistles in verse ...
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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 |
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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.