Anne Bradstreet
To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet

To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more ...

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A Love Letter To Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet

A Love Letter To Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet

Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, begone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this once, unto my suit give ear, And tell my griefs in either Hemisphere: ...

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A Letter To Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet

A Letter To Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet

Absent upon Public Employment My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more,My joy, my magazine, of earthly store,If two be one, as surely thou and I,How stayest thou there, ...

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A Dialogue Between Old England And New by Anne Bradstreet

A Dialogue Between Old England And New by Anne Bradstreet

New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest,3 What ails thee hang thy head, and cross thine arms,4 ...

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To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet

To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee. If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I ...

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Flesh And The Spirit, The by Anne Bradstreet

Flesh And The Spirit, The by Anne Bradstreet

In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to come. One Flesh was call'd, who had her eye ...

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To Her Father With Some Verses by Anne Bradstreet

To Her Father With Some Verses by Anne Bradstreet

Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me or ought I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it came? The principal ...

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Of The Four Ages Of Man by Anne Bradstreet

Of The Four Ages Of Man by Anne Bradstreet

Lo, now four other act upon the stage,Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age:The first son unto phlegm, grandchild to water,Unstable, supple, cold and moist's his natureThe ...

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We May Live Together by Anne Bradstreet

We May Live Together by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.If ever wife was happy in a man,Compare with me, ye women, if you can.I prize thy love more than ...

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A Love Letter To Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet

A Love Letter To Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet

Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, begone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this once, unto my suit give ear, And tell my griefs in either Hemisphere: ...

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In Reference To Her Children by Anne Bradstreet

In Reference To Her Children by Anne Bradstreet

I had eight birds hatched in one nest,Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.I nursed them up with pain and care,Nor cost, nor labour did I spare,Till at the last they felt ...

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Before The Birth Of One Of Her Children by Anne Bradstreet

Before The Birth Of One Of Her Children by Anne Bradstreet

All things within this fading world hath end,Adversity doth still our joys attend;No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,But with death's parting blow are sure to ...

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Deliverance From A Fit Of Fainting by Anne Bradstreet

Deliverance From A Fit Of Fainting by Anne Bradstreet

Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise, But ah! It's not in me. My sinking heart I pray Thee raise So shall I give it Thee.My life as spider's webb's cut off, Thus fainting have I ...

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In Honour Of That High And Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth by Anne Bradstreet

In Honour Of That High And Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth by Anne Bradstreet

Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie,1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky1.3 Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in every clime, 1.4 And so ...

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Author To Her Book, The by Anne Bradstreet

Author To Her Book, The by Anne Bradstreet

Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain,Who after birth did'st by my side remain,Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true,Who thee abroad expos'd to public ...

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Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations by Anne Bradstreet

Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations by Anne Bradstreet

By night when others soundly slept, And had at once both case and rest, My waking eyes were open kept And so to lie I found it best.I sought Him whom my soul did love, With tears ...

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A Letter To Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet

A Letter To Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet

Absent upon Public Employment My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more,My joy, my magazine, of earthly store,If two be one, as surely thou and I,How stayest thou there, ...

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Here Follows Some Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House by Anne Bradstreet

Here Follows Some Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House by Anne Bradstreet

In silent night when rest I tookFor sorrow near I did not lookI waked was with thund'ring noiseAnd piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.That fearful sound of "Fire!" and "Fire!"Let ...

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Contemplations by Anne Bradstreet

Contemplations by Anne Bradstreet

1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide,2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed,3 The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride,4 Were gilded o're by his rich ...

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The Vanity Of All Worldly Things by Anne Bradstreet

The Vanity Of All Worldly Things by Anne Bradstreet

As he said vanity, so vain say I,Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky;Where is the man can say, "Lo, I have foundOn brittle earth a consolation sound"?What isn't in honor to be set on ...

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Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House, July 18th, 1666 by Anne Bradstreet

Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House, July 18th, 1666 by Anne Bradstreet

In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice. That fearful sound of ...

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In My Solitary Hours In My Dear Husband His Absence by Anne Bradstreet

In My Solitary Hours In My Dear Husband His Absence by Anne Bradstreet

O Lord, Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings and my fears.Thou hitherto hast been my God; Thy help my soul hath ...

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The Author To Her Book by Anne Bradstreet

The Author To Her Book by Anne Bradstreet

Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad ...

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By Night When Others Soundly Slept by Anne Bradstreet

By Night When Others Soundly Slept by Anne Bradstreet

. By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Rest, My waking eyes were open kept And so to lie I found it best. . I sought him whom ...

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The Four Elements. by Anne Bradstreet

The Four Elements. by Anne Bradstreet

The Fire, Air, Earth and water did contestWhich was the strongest, noblest and the best,Who was of greatest use and might'est force;In placide Terms they thought now to ...

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Childhood by Anne Bradstreet

Childhood by Anne Bradstreet

Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,Whose mean beginning, blushing can't reveal,But night and darkness must with shame ...

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The Flesh And The Spirit by Anne Bradstreet

The Flesh And The Spirit by Anne Bradstreet

In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to come. One Flesh was call'd, ...

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The Prologue by Anne Bradstreet

The Prologue by Anne Bradstreet

To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings,Of cities founded, commonwealths begun,For my mean pen are too superior things:Or how they all, or each, their dates have run;Let poets ...

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Epitaphs by Anne Bradstreet

Epitaphs by Anne Bradstreet

Her Mother's EpitaphHere liesA worthy matron of unspotted life,A loving mother and obedient wife,A friendly neighbor, pitiful to poor,Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her ...

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Another (Ii) by Anne Bradstreet

Another (Ii) by Anne Bradstreet

As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every bush and nook doth pry, Her dearest deer, might answer ear ...

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What God Is Like To Him I Serve by Anne Bradstreet

What God Is Like To Him I Serve by Anne Bradstreet

What God is like to him I serve,What Saviour like to mine?O, never let me from thee swerue,For truly I am thine.My thankfull mouth shall speak thy praise,My Tongue shall talk of ...

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To My Dear Children. by Anne Bradstreet

To My Dear Children. by Anne Bradstreet

This Book by Any yet vnread,I leaue for yov when I am dead,That, being gone, here yov may findWhat was your liueing mother's mind.Make vse of what I leaue in LoueAnd God shall ...

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The Four Seasons Of The Year. by Anne Bradstreet

The Four Seasons Of The Year. by Anne Bradstreet

Spring.Another four I've left yet to bring on,Of four times four the last Quaternion,The Winter, Summer, Autumn & the Spring,In season all these Seasons I shall bring:Sweet Spring ...

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Another by Anne Bradstreet

Another by Anne Bradstreet

Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this once, unto my suit give ear, And tell my griefs in either hemisphere. ...

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Of The Four Humours In Mans Constitution. by Anne Bradstreet

Of The Four Humours In Mans Constitution. by Anne Bradstreet

The former four now ending their discourse,Ceasing to vaunt their good, or threat their force.Lo other four step up, crave leave to showThe native qualityes that from them ...

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A Dialogue Between Old England And New by Anne Bradstreet

A Dialogue Between Old England And New by Anne Bradstreet

New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest,3 What ails thee hang thy head, and cross thine arms,4 ...

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An Epitaph On My Dear And Ever Honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, Who Deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. A by Anne Bradstreet

An Epitaph On My Dear And Ever Honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, Who Deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. A by Anne Bradstreet

A worthy Matron of unspotted life,A loving Mother and obedient wife,A friendly Neighbor, pitiful to poor,Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her store;To Servants wisely aweful, ...

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As Spring The Winter Doth Succeed by Anne Bradstreet

As Spring The Winter Doth Succeed by Anne Bradstreet

May 13, 1657.As spring the winter doth succeed,And leaues the naked Trees doe dresse,The earth all black is cloth'd in green;At svn-shine each their joy expresse.My Svns returned ...

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Deliverance From Another Sore Fit by Anne Bradstreet

Deliverance From Another Sore Fit by Anne Bradstreet

In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort give, And when my soul these things abhorred, Then, Lord, Thou said'st unto me, "Live."Thou knowest the sorrows ...

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As Weary Pilgrim, Now At Rest by Anne Bradstreet

As Weary Pilgrim, Now At Rest by Anne Bradstreet

As weary pilgrim, now at rest,Hugs with delight his silent nestHis wasted limbes, now lye full softThat myrie steps, haue troden oftBlesses himself, to think vponhis dangers past, ...

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For The Restoration Of My Dear Husband From A Burning Ague, June, 1661. by Anne Bradstreet

For The Restoration Of My Dear Husband From A Burning Ague, June, 1661. by Anne Bradstreet

When feares and sorrowes me besett,Then did'st thou rid me out;When heart did faint and spirits quail,Thou comforts me about.Thou rais'st him vp I feard to loose,Regau'st me him ...

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Meditations Divine And Moral by Anne Bradstreet

Meditations Divine And Moral by Anne Bradstreet

A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily overset; and that man, whose head hath great abilities, and his heart little or no grace, is in danger of foundering. ...

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Vanity Of All Worldly Things, The by Anne Bradstreet

Vanity Of All Worldly Things, The by Anne Bradstreet

As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can say, "Lo, I have found On brittle earth a consolation sound"? What isn't in honor to be ...

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Upon My Dear And Loving Husband His Going Into England Jan. 16, 1661 by Anne Bradstreet

Upon My Dear And Loving Husband His Going Into England Jan. 16, 1661 by Anne Bradstreet

O thou Most High who rulest all And hear'st the prayers of thine, O hearken, Lord, unto my suit And my petition sign.Into Thy everlasting arms Of mercy I commend Thy servant, ...

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Spirit by Anne Bradstreet

Spirit by Anne Bradstreet

Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee as a foe still to pursue, And combat with thee will and must Until I see ...

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Upon A Fit Of Sickness by Anne Bradstreet

Upon A Fit Of Sickness by Anne Bradstreet

Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, here is fatal death. All men must die, and so must I; this cannot ...

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To The Memory Of My Dear And Ever Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who Deceased, July 31. 1653. An by Anne Bradstreet

To The Memory Of My Dear And Ever Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who Deceased, July 31. 1653. An by Anne Bradstreet

By duty bound, and not by custome ledTo celebrate the praises of the dead,My mournfull mind, sore prest, in trembling versePresents my Lamentations at his Herse,Who was my Father, ...

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Upon Some Distemper Of Body by Anne Bradstreet

Upon Some Distemper Of Body by Anne Bradstreet

In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed, Bedrenched with tears that flowed from mournful head, ...

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My Thankfull Heart With Glorying Tongue by Anne Bradstreet

My Thankfull Heart With Glorying Tongue by Anne Bradstreet

My thankfull heart with glorying TongueShall celebrate thy Name,Who hath restor'd, redeem'd, recur'dFrom sicknes, death, and Pain.I cry'd thov seem'st to make some stay,I sovght ...

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To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented. by Anne Bradstreet

To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented. by Anne Bradstreet

Dear Sir of late delighted with the sightOf your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white,Of fairer Dames the Sun, ne'r saw the face;Though made a pedestal for Adams Race;Their ...

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