Thursday, May 10, 2001

A Dialogue Between Old England And New Comments

Rating: 2.9

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?
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Khairul Ahsan 23 August 2018

If I say that I have understood this poem, honestly saying, I would be telling a lie. But thanks anyway to Susan Williams, for her comment, which helped me to guess what this poem is about.

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Susan Williams 22 August 2018

Bradstreet certainly knew English history, a country she considered to be the mother of her new homeland in America. and was very concerned that the bitter strife between Protestants and Catholics that caused such deep division and destruction in England might travel over to her new home.

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Clinton Siegle 22 August 2018

if i only knew english

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Dr Antony Theodore 22 August 2018

a beautiful poem.. from a great poetess. tony

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Kumarmani Mahakul 22 August 2018

Of course the poem is lengthy but beautiful and meaningful.

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Anne Bradstreet 23 March 2007

This wrote this poem under the influence of several drugs, so just disregard it.

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Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet

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