Who is Maria Gowen Brooks

Maria Gowen (or Gowan) Brooks (pen name, A Lover of Fine Arts and Maria Del Occidente; 1794 – November 11, 1845) was an American poet. She impressed Edgar Allan Poe and the English Poet Laureate, Robert Southey, who promoted her best-known poem Zophiël.

Early life and education

Abigail Gowen was born in Medford, Massachusetts, 1794. Her father was a man of literary tastes, and she was exposed to a lot of poetry at home. By age nine, she had memorized a large quantity of prose. When Abigail was thirteen, her father died, bankrupt. She immediately came under the care of a Boston merchant named John Brooks. He was a man more than thirty years older than she was, to whom she had already been betrothed. She finished her education and married him.

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Maria Gowen Brooks Poems

  • Zophiel. Stanzas
    To meet a friendship such as mine
    Such feelings must thy heart refine
    As seldom mortal mind gives birth,
    'Tis love, without a stain of earth, ...
  • Zophiel. Canto I
    CANTO I.


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  • On The Death Of A Lady
    Thy home seemed not of earth - so blest
    But there has fall'n a shaft of fate
    The dove is stricken; and the nest
    She warmed and cheered is desolate. ...
  • Zophiel. Ode
    Thou who wert born of Psyche and of Love
    And fondly nurst on Poesy's warm breast
    Painting, oh, power adored!
    My country's sons have poured ...
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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 069
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I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:

I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
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