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In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen ELIZABETH by Anne Bradstreet — Love Poetry Lines

By Anne Bradstreet

Topics: love-shayari, deep-lines, nature-poetry

Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky 1.3 Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in every clime, 1.4 And so has vow'd, whilst there is world or time. 1.5 So great's thy glory, and thine excellence, 1.6 The sound thereof raps every human sense 1.7 That men account it no impiety 1.8 To say thou wert a fleshly Deity. 1.9 Thousands bring off'rings (though out of date) 1.10 Thy world of honours to accumulate.

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"Proem...."

"In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen ELIZABETH" by Anne Bradstreet is a love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual english poem consisting of 133 lines. This English poem by Anne Bradstreet demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Proem. ...", this piece explores themes of love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Anne Bradstreet's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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