What is the extended metaphors verses 43 - 50 from Anne Bradstreets upon the burning house?

Answer 1

That she has an earthly home and a heavenly home which means she has a temporary home on earth fully furnished and paid for. A heavenly home means she has a home in heaven which is permanent also fully furnished and paid for.

Answer 2

In these verses, Anne Bradstreet uses extended metaphors to compare the destruction of a burning house to the end of the world. She describes the flames as being like the final judgment day, consuming everything in its path. The imagery of the burning house represents the chaos and destruction that will sweep over the world in the final days.

Answer 3

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.

When she was sleeping

Having a feeling something bad might happen

She woke up startled with loud noises

And heard sad yells of Horror

Hearing someone yell fire, fire

Don't let anyone how she truly felt

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I, starting up, the light did spy,

And to my God my heart did cry

To strengthen me in my Distress

And not to leave me succor less.

Then coming out beheld a space,

The flame consume my dwelling place.

She got up seeing the fire

Crying out for God

To make her stronger and indifferent

And give her some kind of relief

She came outside and stood

And saw her house burning down

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And, when I could no longer look,

I blest his Name 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.

She looked until she couldn't look anymore

Blessed the name of the lord, he took what he had given

This led all her things to burn and turn to dust

It was his things so it was just

It was Gods and not mine

So she has no right to complain

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He might have all justly bereft,

But yet sufficient for us left.

When by the ruin oft I past,

My sorrowing eyes aside did cast,

And here and there the places spy

Where oft I sat, and long did lie.

God deprived them or desirables

But left them their necessary

Walking by her house's ruin

Her sad eyes did see

Here and there things that used to be

Where she used to sit and sleep

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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 thy roof no guest shall sit,

Nor at thy Table eat a bit.

She recognized where her trunk stood and her chest

Where she used to keep the best of her things

Her pleasant things burnt and ashes

And she will never see them again

And no guest will sit under her roof

And no one will ever even eat a bit at her table

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No pleasant tale shall 'ere be told,

Nor things recounted done of old.

No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee,

Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee.

In silence ever shalt thou lie;

Adieu, Adieu; All's vanity.

No sweet words will be spoken there

And no old memories will be recalled

No candles will shine there

No one will ever hear her husband's voice

He will forever be silent

Good bye good bye; everything is temporary

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Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide,

And didst thy wealth on earth abide?

Didst fix thy hope on mold'ring dust,

The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?

Raise up thy thoughts above the sky

That dunghill mists away may fly.

She scolds herself; having trouble accepting her loss

Questioning herself whether her true wealth live

Did she have hope for all those things that are now dust?

Did she believe that she had any power to do anything?

She should get rid of these thought

These worthless thought should fly away like dunghill mists

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Thou hast an 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.

She knows her real home is in heaven

That God has created for her

fully furnished and glorified

that house will stand for while this house didn't

her house is bought and paid for in full

by God who does so much

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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

The price of the house is so expensive its unknown

Yet from God it was given to her

She will be given so much wealth she won't need a cent more

She says bye to her riches (pelf) on earth and says farewell to her house

She no longer can love these worldly things

Because everything she ever wanted or need lies in heaven