Anne Bradstreet

(1612 – 16 September 1672 / Northampton, England)

Anne Bradstreet Poems

1. A Dialogue Between Old England And New 5/10/2001
2. A Letter To Her Husband 12/31/2002
3. A Love Letter To Her Husband 12/31/2002
4. An Apology 4/2/2010
5. An Epitaph On My Dear And Ever Honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, Who Deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. A 4/2/2010
6. Another 5/10/2001
7. Another (Ii) 5/10/2001
8. As Spring The Winter Doth Succeed 4/2/2010
9. As Weary Pilgrim, Now At Rest 4/2/2010
10. Author To Her Book, The 12/31/2002
11. Before The Birth Of One Of Her Children 5/10/2001
12. By Night When Others Soundly Slept 5/10/2001
13. Childhood 4/2/2010
14. Contemplations 5/10/2001
15. Davids Lamentation For Saul And Jonathan. 4/2/2010
16. Deliverance From A Fit Of Fainting 12/31/2002
17. Deliverance From Another Sore Fit 12/31/2002
18. Epitaphs 12/31/2002
19. Flesh And The Spirit, The 12/31/2002
20. For Deliverance From A Feaver. 4/2/2010
21. For The Restoration Of My Dear Husband From A Burning Ague, June, 1661. 4/2/2010
22. Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations 12/31/2002
23. Here Follows Some Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House 1/3/2003
24. In Honour Of That High And Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth 5/10/2001
25. In My Solitary Hours In My Dear Husband His Absence 1/3/2003
26. In Reference To Her Children 5/10/2001
27. In Thankful Remembrance For My Dear Husband's Safe Arrival Sept 3, 1662 12/31/2002
28. Meditations Divine And Moral 12/31/2002
29. My Thankfull Heart With Glorying Tongue 4/2/2010
30. Of The Four Ages Of Man 12/31/2002
31. Of The Four Humours In Mans Constitution. 4/2/2010
32. On My Dear Grand-Child Simon Bradstreet, Who Dyed On 16. Novemb. 1669. Being But A Moneth, And One D 4/2/2010
33. On My Son's Return Out Of England, July 17, 1661. 4/2/2010
34. Spirit 12/31/2002
35. The Author To Her Book 5/10/2001
36. The Flesh And The Spirit 5/10/2001
37. The Four Elements. 4/2/2010
38. The Four Monarchyes, The Assyrian Being The First, Beginning Under Nimrod, 131. Years After The Floo 4/2/2010
39. The Four Seasons Of The Year. 4/2/2010
40. The Prologue 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Anne Bradstreet

To My Dear And Loving Husband

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 whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

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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.
(And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drown'd)
The woeful accents of my doleful sound,
If in thy swift carrier thou canst make stay,
I crave this boon, this errand by the way,
Commend me to the man more loved than life,

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