{"product_id":"the-poems-of-anne-bradstreet","title":"The Poems of Anne Bradstreet","description":"\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cspan style=\"color: #ff2a00;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e“A real sense of calm pervades Bradstreet’s poetry. She has genuine affection for the things she writes about, whether that be family, or the vistas of nature, or her husband, or the “pleasant things” lost in the house fire, and so in no way does she come across as a pinched ascetic. But neither does she come across as someone who is in frantic pursuit of worldly goods.” ~From Douglas Wilson’s Introduction\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"text-decoration: underline; color: #c8b154;\" data-mce-style=\"text-decoration: underline; color: #c8b154;\"\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0154\/4706\/4624\/files\/CH-518.pdf?v=1642542386\" style=\"color: #c8b154; text-decoration: underline;\" data-mce-style=\"color: #c8b154; text-decoration: underline;\"\u003eLook Inside the Book\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAnne Bradstreet came to fame when someone published her poetry as \u003cem\u003eThe Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America\u003c\/em\u003e. Anne Bradstreet was a Puritan who had crossed the ocean to help found the new colony in America. She lived on the frontier and lived a fairly uneventful life loving her husband and children. However, she was also a well-educated and imaginative woman whose poetry continues to be admired to this day. This collection of her poems is a forgotten classic that we would be well advised to read.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Here follow some verses upon the burning of our house, July 10th, 1666. Copied out of a loose paper.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn silent night, when rest I took,\u003cbr\u003eFor sorrow near I did not look.\u003cbr\u003eI wakened was with thundering noise\u003cbr\u003eAnd piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.\u003cbr\u003eThat fearful sound of “Fire!” and “Fire!”\u003cbr\u003eLet no man know, is my desire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI, starting up, the light did spy,\u003cbr\u003eAnd to my God my heart did cry\u003cbr\u003eTo strengthen me in my distress,\u003cbr\u003eAnd not to leave me succorless;\u003cbr\u003eThen coming out, beheld apace\u003cbr\u003eThe flame consume my dwelling-place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd when I could no longer look\u003cbr\u003eI blest his name that gave and took,\u003cbr\u003eThat laid my goods now in the dust;\u003cbr\u003eYea, so it was, and so ’twas just—\u003cbr\u003eIt was his own; it was not mine.\u003cbr\u003eFar be it that I should repine. \u003cbr\u003eHe might of all justly bereft,\u003cbr\u003eBut yet sufficient for us left.\u003cbr\u003eWhen by the ruins oft I passed\u003cbr\u003eMy sorrowing eyes aside did cast,\u003cbr\u003eAnd here and there the places spy\u003cbr\u003eWhere oft I sat, and long did lie.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere stood that trunk, and there that chest;\u003cbr\u003eThere lay that store I counted best;\u003cbr\u003eMy pleasant things in ashes lie,\u003cbr\u003eAnd them behold no more shall I.\u003cbr\u003eUnder thy roof no guest shall sit,\u003cbr\u003eNor at thy table eat a bit;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo pleasant tale shall e’er be told,\u003cbr\u003eNor things recounted done of old;\u003cbr\u003eNo candle e’er shall shine in thee,\u003cbr\u003eNor bridegroom’s voice e’er heard shall be.\u003cbr\u003eIn silence ever shalt thou lie.\u003cbr\u003eAdieu, adieu; all’s vanity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen straight I ’gan my heart to chide:\u003cbr\u003eAnd did thy wealth on earth abide?\u003cbr\u003eDidst fix thy hope on mouldering dust,\u003cbr\u003eThe arm of flesh didst make thy trust?\u003cbr\u003eRaise up thy thoughts above the sky,\u003cbr\u003eThat dunghill mists away may fly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou hast an house on high erect;\u003cbr\u003eFramed by that mighty Architect,\u003cbr\u003eWith glory richly furnished, \u003cbr\u003eStands permanent though this be fled.\u003cbr\u003eIt’s purchaséd, and paid for, too,\u003cbr\u003eBy Him who hath enough to do—\u003cbr\u003eA price so vast as is unknown,\u003cbr\u003eYet, by his gift, is made thine own.\u003cbr\u003eThere’s wealth enough; I need no more.\u003cbr\u003eFarewell, my pelf; farewell, my store;\u003cbr\u003eThe world no longer let me love.\u003cbr\u003eMy hope and treasure lie above.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003eAnne Bradstreet, Meditations When My Soul Hath Been Refreshed\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eTHE CHRISTIAN HERITAGE SERIES: The authors in the \u003cem\u003eChristian Heritage Series\u003c\/em\u003e paid a high price for the words you see before you. Not all paid with blood, but each spent his life fighting for the truth. This faithful sacrifice has become a rich inheritance for the Church in our day, even though it is often neglected. The \u003cem\u003eChristian Heritage Series\u003c\/em\u003e aims to put these important theological classics on every Christian’s bookshelf in colorful, well-crafted, and affordable volumes, with introductions written by those that love the books and their heritage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAUTHOR: Anne Bradstreet\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eINTRODUCTION: Douglas Wilson\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePAGE COUNT: 306 pages\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSIZE: 5.5x8.5\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBINDING: Paperback\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eISBN-10: 195488723X\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eISBN-13: 9781954887237\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePUB. 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