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The welcome house of him my dearest guest.
Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence,
Till natures sad decree shall call thee hence;
Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone,
I here, th...
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Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612-1672), Anglo-American poet. A Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public Employment (l. 22-26). . .
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A pilgrim I on earth perplext,
with sinns, with cares and sorrows vext,
By age and paines brought to decay,
and my Clay house mouldring away,
Oh how I long to be at rest
and s...
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Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612-1672), Anglo-American poet. As Weary Pilgrim, Now at Rest (l. 19-24). . .
Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, V...
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