Anne Bradstreet Poems
|41.||In Honour Of That High And Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth||5/10/2001|
|43.||The Vanity Of All Worldly Things||1/3/2003|
|44.||To My Dear Children.||4/2/2010|
|45.||The Four Elements.||4/2/2010|
|46.||Deliverance From A Fit Of Fainting||12/31/2002|
|47.||Here Follows Some Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House||1/3/2003|
|48.||The Flesh And The Spirit||5/10/2001|
|49.||By Night When Others Soundly Slept||5/10/2001|
|50.||To Her Father With Some Verses||5/10/2001|
|51.||Flesh And The Spirit, The||12/31/2002|
|53.||Before The Birth Of One Of Her Children||5/10/2001|
|54.||A Love Letter To Her Husband||12/31/2002|
|55.||A Dialogue Between Old England And New||5/10/2001|
|56.||Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House, July 18th, 1666||5/10/2001|
|57.||A Letter To Her Husband||12/31/2002|
|58.||We May Live Together||12/31/2002|
|59.||Of The Four Ages Of Man||12/31/2002|
|60.||Author To Her Book, The||12/31/2002|
|61.||In Reference To Her Children||5/10/2001|
|62.||To My Dear And Loving Husband||5/10/2001|
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.
The Author To Her Book
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth did'st by my side remain,
Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad expos'd to public view,
Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call.
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,