Anne Bradstreet

(1612 – 16 September 1672 / Northampton, England)

Anne Bradstreet Poems

1. The Four Ages Of Man: 03 - Youth 10/21/2015
2. The Four Ages Of Man: 04 - Middle Age 10/21/2015
3. The Four Ages Of Man: 05 - Old Age 10/21/2015
4. In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet 7/14/2015
5. The Four Monarchyes, The Assyrian Being The First, Beginning Under Nimrod, 131. Years After The Floo 4/2/2010
6. On My Son's Return Out Of England, July 17, 1661. 4/2/2010
7. The Romane Monarchy, Being The Fourth And Last, Beginninganno Mundi , 3213. 4/2/2010
8. On My Dear Grand-Child Simon Bradstreet, Who Dyed On 16. Novemb. 1669. Being But A Moneth, And One D 4/2/2010
9. To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented. 4/2/2010
10. The Third Monarchy, Being The Grecian, Beginning Under Alexander The Great In The 112. Olympiad. 4/2/2010
11. Upon My Son Samuel His Goeing For England, Novem. 6, 1657. 4/2/2010
12. Of The Four Humours In Mans Constitution. 4/2/2010
13. To The Memory Of My Dear Daughter In Law, Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet, Who Deceased Sept. 6. 1669. In The 4/2/2010
14. Upon My Daughter Hannah Wiggin Her Recouery From A Dangerous Feaver. 4/2/2010
15. What God Is Like To Him I Serve 4/2/2010
16. To The Memory Of My Dear And Ever Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who Deceased, July 31. 1653. An 4/2/2010
17. For The Restoration Of My Dear Husband From A Burning Ague, June, 1661. 4/2/2010
18. The Four Seasons Of The Year. 4/2/2010
19. An Epitaph On My Dear And Ever Honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, Who Deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. A 4/2/2010
20. Davids Lamentation For Saul And Jonathan. 4/2/2010
21. Upon My Dear And Loving Husband His Going Into England Jan. 16, 1661 12/31/2002
22. For Deliverance From A Feaver. 4/2/2010
23. Vanity Of All Worldly Things, The 12/31/2002
24. In Thankful Remembrance 12/31/2002
25. An Apology 4/2/2010
26. As Spring The Winter Doth Succeed 4/2/2010
27. Meditations Divine And Moral 12/31/2002
28. Deliverance From Another Sore Fit 12/31/2002
29. Spirit 12/31/2002
30. The Prologue 12/31/2002
31. Upon A Fit Of Sickness 12/31/2002
32. Upon Some Distemper Of Body 5/10/2001
33. My Thankfull Heart With Glorying Tongue 4/2/2010
34. Another (Ii) 5/10/2001
35. Epitaphs 12/31/2002
36. Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations 12/31/2002
37. The Author To Her Book 5/10/2001
38. As Weary Pilgrim, Now At Rest 4/2/2010
39. In My Solitary Hours In My Dear Husband His Absence 1/3/2003
40. The Vanity Of All Worldly Things 1/3/2003

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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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