Carlisle, Nancy Camilla and Peter Harholdt:Cherished Possessions: A New England Legacy
- edizione con copertina flessibile 2007, ISBN: 9780970639486
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MP3 Audio CD. 37 American Poems Contemplations BY ANNE BRADSTREET 1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad, yet vo… Altro …
MP3 Audio CD. 37 American Poems Contemplations BY ANNE BRADSTREET 1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Were gilded o’re by his rich golden head. Their leaves and fruits seem’d painted but was true Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hew, Rapt were my senses at this delectable view. 2 I wist not what to wish, yet sure thought I, If so much excellence abide below, How excellent is he that dwells on high? Whose power and beauty by his works we know. Sure he is goodness, wisdom, glory, light, That hath this under world so richly dight. More Heaven than Earth was here, no winter and no night. 3 Then on a stately Oak I cast mine Eye, Whose ruffling top the Clouds seem’d to aspire; How long since thou wast in thine Infancy? Thy strength and stature, more thy years admire, Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born? Or thousand since thou brakest thy shell of horn, If so, all these as nought, Eternity doth scorn. 4 Then higher on the glistering Sun I gaz’d, Whose beams was shaded by the leafy Tree. The more I look’d, the more I grew amaz’d And softly said, what glory’s like to thee? Soul of this world, this Universe’s Eye, No wonder some made thee a Deity: Had I not better known (alas) the same had I. 5 Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chamber rushes And as a strong man joys to run a race. The morn doth usher thee with smiles and blushes. The Earth reflects her glances in thy face. Birds, insects, Animals with Vegative, Thy heat from death and dullness doth revive: And in the darksome womb of fruitful nature dive., 0, MP3 Audio CD. Contemplations BY ANNE BRADSTREET 1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Were gilded o?re by his rich golden head. Their leaves and fruits seem?d painted but was true Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hew, Rapt were my senses at this delectable view. 2 I wist not what to wish, yet sure thought I, If so much excellence abide below, How excellent is he that dwells on high? Whose power and beauty by his works we know. Sure he is goodness, wisdom, glory, light, That hath this under world so richly dight. More Heaven than Earth was here, no winter and no night. 3 Then on a stately Oak I cast mine Eye, Whose ruffling top the Clouds seem?d to aspire; How long since thou wast in thine Infancy? Thy strength and stature, more thy years admire, Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born? Or thousand since thou brakest thy shell of horn, If so, all these as nought, Eternity doth scorn. 4 Then higher on the glistering Sun I gaz?d, Whose beams was shaded by the leafy Tree. The more I look?d, the more I grew amaz?d And softly said, what glory?s like to thee? Soul of this world, this Universe?s Eye, No wonder some made thee a Deity: Had I not better known (alas) the same had I., 0, MP3 Audio CD. 37 American Poems Contemplations BY ANNE BRADSTREET 1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Were gilded o’re by his rich golden head. Their leaves and fruits seem’d painted but was true Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hew, Rapt were my senses at this delectable view. 2 I wist not what to wish, yet sure thought I, If so much excellence abide below, How excellent is he that dwells on high? Whose power and beauty by his works we know. Sure he is goodness, wisdom, glory, light, That hath this under world so richly dight. More Heaven than Earth was here, no winter and no night. 3 Then on a stately Oak I cast mine Eye, Whose ruffling top the Clouds seem’d to aspire; How long since thou wast in thine Infancy? Thy strength and stature, more thy years admire, Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born? Or thousand since thou brakest thy shell of horn, If so, all these as nought, Eternity doth scorn. 4 Then higher on the glistering Sun I gaz’d, Whose beams was shaded by the leafy Tree. The more I look’d, the more I grew amaz’d And softly said, what glory’s like to thee? Soul of this world, this Universe’s Eye, No wonder some made thee a Deity: Had I not better known (alas) the same had I. 5 Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chamber rushes And as a strong man joys to run a race. The morn doth usher thee with smiles and blushes. The Earth reflects her glances in thy face. Birds, insects, Animals with Vegative, Thy heat from death and dullness doth revive: And in the darksome womb of fruitful nature dive., 0, MP3 Audio CD. Contemplations BY ANNE BRADSTREET 1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Were gilded o?re by his rich golden head. Their leaves and fruits seem?d painted but was true Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hew, Rapt were my senses at this delectable view. 2 I wist not what to wish, yet sure thought I, If so much excellence abide below, How excellent is he that dwells on high? Whose power and beauty by his works we know. Sure he is goodness, wisdom, glory, light, That hath this under world so richly dight. More Heaven than Earth was here, no winter and no night. 3 Then on a stately Oak I cast mine Eye, Whose ruffling top the Clouds seem?d to aspire; How long since thou wast in thine Infancy? Thy strength and stature, more thy years admire, Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born? Or thousand since thou brakest thy shell of horn, If so, all these as nought, Eternity doth scorn. 4 Then higher on the glistering Sun I gaz?d, Whose beams was shaded by the leafy Tree. The more I look?d, the more I grew amaz?d And softly said, what glory?s like to thee? Soul of this world, this Universe?s Eye, No wonder some made thee a Deity: Had I not better known (alas) the same had I., 0, Elizabethtown, New York: Sound View Press / Adirondack Center Museum, 1989. Softcover. VG. Pink stapled wraps. 32 pp. 9 color, 28 bw plates. Although Clifford Jackson was best known in his day as a portrait painter (and a flutist), he painted hundreds of impressionist and post-impressionist landscapes, which had never been displayed until now. Essays by Peter Hastings Falk include "Early Years and the Adirondacks," "Maturing as a Painter and as a Musician," and "The Landscapes Hidden Behind a Successful Career in Portraiture." Also includes a few footnotes, a chronology, and three biographical sources. The color plates make us wish the bw plates were in color! Published to accompany the exhibition held in Elizabethtown, NY: Adirondack Center Museum, July 7-26, 1989., Sound View Press / Adirondack Center Museum, 1989, 3, New York, NY: Guggenheim, 2007. Softcover. VG (Small tear to bottom of dj.). Red cloth over boards; White lettering on spine and front cover; Color illus. dj.; 181 pp.; Profusely illustrated with hundreds of color and bw plates and figures. Text in Russian; Accompanied an exhibition organized by the Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation., Guggenheim, 2007, 3, London: Merrell, 2007. Softcover. VG. Color illus. wraps; 349 pp.; Profusely illustrated with hundreds of color and bw plates and figures. Text in Chinese; Extensive annotations., Merrell, 2007, 3, Boston: Society for the Preservation of New England Antiquities, 2003. Hardcover. VG/VG. Grey cloth boards with silver lettering. Glossy color-illustrated dust jacket.; illustrated end pages; 448 pp. Profusely illustrated in color and BW. Catalogue of a traveling exhibition from the Society for the Preservation of New England Antiquities (SPNEA). This exhibition, drawn from their collections, features over 175 objects - furniture, costumes, paintings, and household furnishings, chosen not only for their visual appeal, but also for the stories they tell about three hundred years of life in the region. -WorldCat., Society for the Preservation of New England Antiquities, 2003, 3<
