Anne Bradstreet

(1612 – 16 September 1672 / Northampton, England)

Anne Bradstreet Poems

41. The Four Elements. 4/2/2010
42. The Four Monarchyes, The Assyrian Being The First, Beginning Under Nimrod, 131. Years After The Floo 4/2/2010
43. The Four Seasons Of The Year. 4/2/2010
44. The Prologue 12/31/2002
45. The Romane Monarchy, Being The Fourth And Last, Beginninganno Mundi , 3213. 4/2/2010
46. The Third Monarchy, Being The Grecian, Beginning Under Alexander The Great In The 112. Olympiad. 4/2/2010
47. The Vanity Of All Worldly Things 1/3/2003
48. To Her Father With Some Verses 5/10/2001
49. To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented. 4/2/2010
50. To My Dear And Loving Husband 5/10/2001
51. To My Dear Children. 4/2/2010
52. To The Memory Of My Dear And Ever Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who Deceased, July 31. 1653. An 4/2/2010
53. To The Memory Of My Dear Daughter In Law, Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet, Who Deceased Sept. 6. 1669. In The 4/2/2010
54. Upon A Fit Of Sickness 12/31/2002
55. Upon My Daughter Hannah Wiggin Her Recouery From A Dangerous Feaver. 4/2/2010
56. Upon My Dear And Loving Husband His Going Into England Jan. 16, 1661 12/31/2002
57. Upon My Son Samuel His Goeing For England, Novem. 6, 1657. 4/2/2010
58. Upon Some Distemper Of Body 5/10/2001
59. Vanity Of All Worldly Things, The 12/31/2002
60. Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House, July 18th, 1666 5/10/2001
61. We May Live Together 12/31/2002
62. What God Is Like To Him I Serve 4/2/2010
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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