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Thursday, October 17, 2013

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The Author To Her Book| ANNE BRADSTREET|  Thou ill-formed offspring of my unaccented brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatcht from because by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad exposed to widely distributed view, Made thee in rags, halting to th press to trudge, Where errors were not change magnitude ( all(prenominal) may judge). At thy return my blushing was not small, My wandering(a) affright (in print) should mother call. I cast thee by as wholeness unfit for light, The visage was so irksome in my sight, yet being mine own, at length fancy would Thy blemishes amend, if so I could. I washed thy face, unless much defects I saw, And clash off a spot, politic do a flaw. I stretcht thy joints to make thee even feet, Yet still kilobyte runst more than hobbling than is meet. In better dress to bespoke thee was my mind, But zilch save home-spun cloth, i th house I find. In this array, mongst vulgars mayst thou roa m. In critics hands, beware thou dost not come, And get word thy agency where yet thou art not known. If for thy vex askt, say, thou hadst none; And for thy mother, she alas is poor, Which caused her thus to send thee out(p) of door. | To my Dear and engaging Husband| ANNE BRADSTREET|  If incessantly two were one, therefore surely we.  If forever man were lovd by wife, then thee.
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  If ever wife was talented in a man,  Compare with me, ye women, if you rout out.  I measure thy turn in more than whole Mines of gold  Or all the riches that the East doth hold.  My love is such that R ivers cAnneot quench,  Nor ought but love ! from thee give recompetence.  Thy love is such I can no way repay. The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.  accordingly part we live, in love lets so persever That when we live no more, we may live ever. | Verses upon the Burning of our House| ANNE BRADSTREET|  In silent darkness when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I wakend was with thundring noise And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice. That fearful expeditious of fire and fire,...If you want to get a full essay, range it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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