Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, What ails thee hang thy head, and cross thine arms, And sit i' the dust to sigh these sad alarms? What deluge of new woes thus over-whelm The glories of thy ever famous Realm?
I starting up, the light did spy, And to my God my heart did cry To straighten me in my Distress And not to leave me succourless. Then coming out, behold a space The flame consume my dwelling place. And when I could no longer look, I blest his grace that gave and took, That laid my goods now in the dust.
It was his own; it was not mine. Far be it that I should repine, He might of all justly bereft But yet sufficient for us left.
When by the Ruins oft I past My sorrowing eyes aside did cast And here and there the places spy Where oft I sate and long did lie. Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest, There lay that store I counted best, My pleasant things in ashes lie And them behold no more shall I.
Under the roof no guest shall sit, Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
In silence ever shalt thou lie. And did thy wealth on earth abide, Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust, The arm of flesh didst make thy trust? Raise up thy thoughts above the sky That dunghill mists away may fly.
A price so vast as is unknown, Yet by his gift is made thine own. Farewell, my pelf; farewell, my store. The world no longer let me love; My hope and Treasure lies above.
Okay, we all read this poem in high school, right? Anyway, while Bradstreet follows the basic tenets of Puritan literature didactic in nature, artful simplicity, immediately accessible, application of Puritan idealsher story is a bit different from Edward, Mather sand other well known Puritan writers.
First, and most importantly, Bradstreet is a female, and a female author in midth century colonial America was something of a no-no.
Secondly, while Edward and the Mathers were known for their sermons, histories, and political tracts, Bradstreet was bold enough to write poetry. Poetry, for goodness sake, in a culture that demanded simplicity and a complete absence of rhetorical devices. Bradstreet pulled one over on them, though.
Well, if you wanted to get all Buddhist or Puritan, I supposethis poem could serve as a reminder of the impermanence of all things and the inevitability of change. The stuff is just stuff. Bradstreet also demonstrates a tremendous amount of faith.
Faith in anything, not even necessarily focused on any deity, can help guide a person through hardship. Add your own commentary below.Jonathan Edwards' "Sinner in the Hands of an Angry God" and Anne Bradstreet's "Upon the Burning of Our House" provide learners with an opportunity to develop their close reading skills.
Most of the poems included in Anne Bradstreet's first collection, The Tenth Muse (), were quite conventional in style and form, and dealt with history and politics. In one poem, for instance, Anne Bradstreet wrote of the uprising of Puritans led by Cromwell. In another, she praises accomplishments of Queen Elizabeth.
Analysis of Upon the Burning of Our House by Anne Bradstreet Anne Bradstreet, whom most critics consider America’s first “authentic poet”, was born and raised as a Puritan. Bradstreet married her husband Simon at the tender age of eighteen.
She wrote her poems while rearing eight children and performing other domestic duties. May 15, · Verses Upon the Burning of Our House () Anne Bradstreet In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was .
The full title of Bradstreet's poem is as follows: "In Memory of My Dear Grandchild--Elizabeth Bradstreet, Who Deceased August, , Being a Year and a Half Old".
She was writing about her. In “Upon the Burning of Our House”, she expressed her anguish about the event of her house burning down. She used this Bible translation, Job “The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord.”.