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omggggAlright, so here is a poem by anna bradstreet and i have an essay due tomorrow...the essay is about what's the purpose of anne bradstreet writing this poem, here is the poem, if you guys give me any ideas then that'll be great

In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look,
I wakened was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of "fire" and "fire,"
Let no man know is my Desire.
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.
Yea, so it was, and so 'twas just.
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.
No pleasant talk shall e're be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
No Candle e're shall shine in Thee,
Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee.
In silence ever shalt thou lie.
Adieu, Adieu, All's Vanity.
Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide:
And did thy wealth on earth abide,
Didst fix thy hope on mould'ring dust,
The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?
Raise up thy thoughts above the sky
That dunghill mists away may fly.
Thou hast a house on high erect
Framed by that mighty Architect,
With glory richly furnished
Stands permanent, though this be fled.
It's purchased and paid for too
By him who hath enough to do.
A price so vast as is unknown,
Yet by his gift is made thine own.
There's wealth enough; I need no more.
Farewell, my pelf; farewell, my store.
The world no longer let me love;
My hope and Treasure lies above.
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Name Circe
Occupation Penguin lover
Birthday July 12th, 1990
Interests My Kitty Gunnar penguins wolves cheetahs tigers foxes eagles pretty much anything cute puppies kittens rabbits Red vs. Blue panics Strangerhood oh and of course Halo and Halo 2.
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Movies HAPPY FEET!!!!!!! Pingu Scamper the Penguin March of the Penguins Aliens Date Movie Red VS. Blue Strangerhood Wallace and Gromit Star Wars The Man Scary Movie (3 & 4) Silent Hill and Ice Age 1 & 2.
TV Shows House Standoff Bones The Simpsons Pingu Pigloo Project Runway Dancing with the Stars Mythbusters Dirty Jobs South Park Everybody Hates Chris Three's Company and The Simple Life
Books Halo: Fall of Reach Halo: The Flood Halo: First Strike "The Series of Unfortunate Events" books Outbreak Mr. Poppers Penguins any A Child Called It The Lost Boy A Man named Dave and any books about PENGUINS dogs wolves and cheetahs.