4868 дней. Матримониальные карты. Карта брака Анны-Летиции Барбо, 1772 год (часть 1)

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Anna Laetitia Barbauld's brilliant map to accompany her poem "To Mr. Barbauld, with a Map of the Land of Matrimony" (1772)

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http://barronmaps.com/product-type/relationships-love-matrimony/

Анна-Летиция Барбо (фр. Anna Laetitia Barbauld; 20 июня 1743 — 9 марта 1825) — известная английская поэтесса, эссеистка и детская писательница.

Копия портрета Анны-Летиции Барбо, автор оригинала неизвестен, автор копии - Джон Чепмен (John Chapman) , 1798 г.

В названии карты указано, что карта прилагается к стихотворению, посвящённому господину Барбо, мужу поэтессы.

Вот стихотворение:

To Mr. Barbauld, With a Map of the Land of Matrimony

by Anna Laetitia Barbauld

The sailor worn by toil and wet with storms,

As in the wished-for port secure he rides,

With transport numbers o'er the dangers past

From threatning quicksands and from adverse tides.

Joyous he tells among his jocund mates

Of loud alarms that chased his broken sleep,

And blesses every kinder star that led

His favoured vessel through the raging deep.

Thus canst thou, Rochemont, view this pictured chart,

And trace thy voyage to the promised shore;

Thus does thy faithful bosom beat with joy,

To think the tempest past, the wanderings o'er?

Canst thou recall the days when jealous Doubt,

When boding Fears thy anxious heart oppresst,

When Hope, our star, shone faintly through the gloom,

And the pale cheek betrayed the tortured breast?

And say;—the land through Fancy's glass descried,

The bright Elysian fields her pencil drew,—

Has time the dear ideas realized?

Or are her optics false, her tints untrue?

O say they are not!—Though life's ceaseless cares,

Life's ceaseless toils demand thy golden hours,

Tell her glad heart whose hand these lines confess,

That Peace resides in Hymen's happy bowers.

But soon the restless seaman longs to change

His bounded view and tempt the deeps again;

Careless he breaks from weeping Susan's arms,

To fight with billows and to plough the main.

So shalt not thou, for no returning prow

E'er cut the ocean which thy bark has past;

Too strong relentless Fate has fixed her bars,

And I my destined captive hold too fast.

https://www.poetrynook.com/poem/mr-barbauld-map-land-matrimony

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