As weary pilgrim, now at rest
Anne Bradstreet As weary pilgrim, now at rest, Hugs with delight his silent nest His wasted limbes, now lye full soft That myrie steps, haue troden oft Blesses himself, to think vponread more
View ArticleAs spring the winter doth succeed
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.read more
View ArticleAnother - II
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 or...
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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.read more
View ArticleAn Apology
Anne Bradstreet To finish what's begun, was my intent, My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent; Essays I many made but still gave out, The more I mus'd, the more I was in doubt:read more
View ArticleA Love Letter to Her Husband
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:read more
View ArticleA Letter to Her Husband
Anne Bradstreet Absent upon Public EmploymentMy 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,read more
View ArticleA Dialogue between Old England and New
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,read more
View ArticleAs weary pilgrim, now at rest
Anne Bradstreet As weary pilgrim, now at rest, Hugs with delight his silent nest His wasted limbes, now lye full soft That myrie steps, haue troden oft Blesses himself, to think vponread more
View ArticleAs spring the winter doth succeed
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.read more
View ArticleAnother - II
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 or...
View ArticleAnother
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.read more
View ArticleAn Apology
Anne Bradstreet To finish what's begun, was my intent, My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent; Essays I many made but still gave out, The more I mus'd, the more I was in doubt:read more
View ArticleA Love Letter to Her Husband
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:read more
View ArticleA Letter to Her Husband
Anne Bradstreet Absent upon Public EmploymentMy 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,read more
View ArticleA Dialogue between Old England and New
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,read more
View ArticleThe Four Elements.
Anne Bradstreet The Fire, Air, Earth and water did contest Which was the strongest, noblest and the best, Who was of greatest use and might'est force; In placide Terms they thought now to...
View ArticleTo the memory of my dear Daughter in Law, Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet, who deceased...
Anne Bradstreet And live I still to see Relations gone, And yet survive to sound this wailing tone; Ah, woe is me, to write thy Funeral Song, Who might in reason yet have lived long,read more
View ArticleChildhood
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...
View ArticleUpon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recouery from a dangerous feaver.
Anne Bradstreet Bles't bee thy Name, who did'st restore To health my Daughter dear When death did seem ev'n to approach, And life was ended near. Gravnt shee remember what thov'st done,read more
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