An Account of Anne Bradstreet: The Puritan Poetess, and Kindred Topics

Luther Caldwell
Damrell & Upham, 1898 - 64 páginas
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Página 17 - I am obnoxious to each carping tongue Who says my hand a needle better fits, A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong, For such despite they cast on female wits: If what I do prove well, it won't advance, They'll say it's stol'n, or else it was by chance.
Página 39 - Independence, now lie mingled with the soil of every state from New England to Georgia; and there they will lie forever. And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there It still lives, in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit.
Página 49 - 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; But suddenly a storm...
Página 39 - ... folly and madness, if uneasiness under salutary and necessary restraint, shall succeed to separate it from that Union by which alone its >. existence is made sure, — it will stand, in the end, by the side of that cradle in which its infancy was rocked ; it will stretch forth its arm, with whatever...
Página 28 - Harold was he hight : — but whence his name And lineage long, it suits me not to say; Suffice it, that perchance they were of fame, And had been glorious in another day : But one sad losel soils a name for aye, However mighty in the olden time ; Nor all that heralds rake from coffined clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
Página 48 - I once that lov'd the shady woods so well, Now thought the rivers did the trees excel, And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell.
Página 14 - To My Dear and Loving Husband If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd 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 recompence.
Página 6 - I'me even as wise now, as I was before : They both 'gan laugh, and said it was no mar'l The Auth'ress was a right Du Bartas Girle. Good sooth...
Página 26 - Farewell dear wife, children, and friends, Hate heresy, make blessed ends; Bear poverty, live with good men, • So shall we meet with joy again.
Página 54 - What tho my flesh shall there consume it is the bed Christ did perfume And when a few...

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