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\r\n\r\n\"Painting<\/a>Verses upon the Burning of our House<\/b> (full title: Here follow some verses upon the burning of our house, July 10, 1666<\/b>) is a poem by Anne Bradstreet. She wrote it to express the traumatic loss of her home and most of her material. However, she expands the understanding that God had taken them away in order for her family to live a more pious life.\r\n\r\nThe poem has a couplet-based rhyme scheme. It has many lines with an inverted syntax, making lines sound \"odd\".\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n \r\n

In silent night when rest I took,\r\nFor sorrow near I did not look,\r\nI waken\u2019d was with thund\u2019ring noise\r\nAnd piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.\r\nThat fearful sound of \u201cFire\u201d and \u201cFire,\"\r\nLet no man know is my Desire.\r\nI starting up, the light did spy,\r\nAnd to my God my heart did cry\r\nTo straighten me in my Distress\r\nAnd not to leave me succourless.\r\nThen coming out, behold a space\r\nThe flame consume my dwelling place.\r\nAnd when I could no longer look,\r\nI blest his grace that gave and took,\r\nThat laid my goods now in the dust.\r\nYea, so it was, and so \u2018twas just.\r\nIt was his own; it was not mine.\r\nFar be it that I should repine,\r\nHe might of all justly bereft\r\nBut yet sufficient for us left.\r\nWhen by the Ruins oft I past\r\nMy sorrowing eyes aside did cast\r\nAnd here and there the places spy\r\nWhere oft I sate and long did lie.\r\nHere stood that Trunk, and there that chest,\r\nThere lay that store I counted best,\r\nMy pleasant things in ashes lie\r\nAnd them behold no more shall I.\r\nUnder the roof no guest shall sit,\r\nNor at thy Table eat a bit.\r\nNo pleasant talk shall 'ere be told\r\nNor things recounted done of old.\r\nNo Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee,\r\nNor bridegroom\u2019s voice ere heard shall bee.\r\nIn silence ever shalt thou lie.\r\nAdieu, Adieu, All\u2019s Vanity.\r\nThen straight I 'gin my heart to chide:\r\nAnd did thy wealth on earth abide,\r\nDidst fix thy hope on mouldring dust,\r\nThe arm of flesh didst make thy trust?\r\nRaise up thy thoughts above the sky\r\nThat dunghill mists away may fly.\r\nThou hast a house on high erect\r\nFram\u2019d by that mighty Architect,\r\nWith glory richly furnished\r\nStands permanent, though this be fled.\r\nIt\u2019s purchased and paid for too\r\nBy him who hath enough to do.\r\nA price so vast as is unknown,\r\nYet by his gift is made thine own.\r\nThere\u2019s wealth enough; I need no more.\r\nFarewell, my pelf; farewell, my store.\r\nThe world no longer let me love;\r\nMy hope and Treasure lies above.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

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\"Painting<\/a>Verses upon the Burning of our House<\/b> (full title: Here follow some verses upon the burning of our house, July 10, 1666<\/b>) is a poem by Anne Bradstreet. She wrote it to express the traumatic loss of her home and most of her material. However, she expands the understanding that God had taken them away in order for her family to live a more pious life.<\/p>\n
The poem has a couplet-based rhyme scheme. It has many lines with an inverted syntax, making lines sound “odd”.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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In silent night when rest I took,
\nFor sorrow near I did not look,
\nI waken\u2019d was with thund\u2019ring noise
\nAnd piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
\nThat fearful sound of \u201cFire\u201d and \u201cFire,”
\nLet no man know is my Desire.
\nI starting up, the light did spy,
\nAnd to my God my heart did cry
\nTo straighten me in my Distress
\nAnd not to leave me succourless.
\nThen coming out, behold a space
\nThe flame consume my dwelling place.
\nAnd when I could no longer look,
\nI blest his grace that gave and took,
\nThat laid my goods now in the dust.
\nYea, so it was, and so \u2018twas just.
\nIt was his own; it was not mine.
\nFar be it that I should repine,
\nHe might of all justly bereft
\nBut yet sufficient for us left.
\nWhen by the Ruins oft I past
\nMy sorrowing eyes aside did cast
\nAnd here and there the places spy
\nWhere oft I sate and long did lie.
\nHere stood that Trunk, and there that chest,
\nThere lay that store I counted best,
\nMy pleasant things in ashes lie
\nAnd them behold no more shall I.
\nUnder the roof no guest shall sit,
\nNor at thy Table eat a bit.
\nNo pleasant talk shall ‘ere be told
\nNor things recounted done of old.
\nNo Candle ‘ere shall shine in Thee,
\nNor bridegroom\u2019s voice ere heard shall bee.
\nIn silence ever shalt thou lie.
\nAdieu, Adieu, All\u2019s Vanity.
\nThen straight I ‘gin my heart to chide:
\nAnd did thy wealth on earth abide,
\nDidst fix thy hope on mouldring dust,
\nThe arm of flesh didst make thy trust?
\nRaise up thy thoughts above the sky
\nThat dunghill mists away may fly.
\nThou hast a house on high erect
\nFram\u2019d by that mighty Architect,
\nWith glory richly furnished
\nStands permanent, though this be fled.
\nIt\u2019s purchased and paid for too
\nBy him who hath enough to do.
\nA price so vast as is unknown,
\nYet by his gift is made thine own.
\nThere\u2019s wealth enough; I need no more.
\nFarewell, my pelf; farewell, my store.
\nThe world no longer let me love;
\nMy hope and Treasure lies above.<\/p>\n
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