Anne Bradstreet

(1612 – 16 September 1672 / Northampton, England)

Comments about Anne Bradstreet

  • Hillary Clinton (4/17/2018 12:36:00 PM)

    I suck D I C K

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    White power. Go back to Africa you stupid blacks

  • Adlof Hitler (4/17/2018 12:23:00 PM)

    Go back to africa

  • Joseph Stalin (4/17/2018 12:21:00 PM)

    I Eat A S s

  • Robert E. Lee (4/17/2018 12:18:00 PM)

    Would anyone like some cotton with their koolaid?

  • Robert E. Lee (4/17/2018 12:17:00 PM)

    Cotton Pickers are good for us in the south.

  • Danny Devito (4/13/2018 12:52:00 PM)

    HI WeLcOmE To cHiLiS

  • city wok dude (4/3/2018 8:43:00 AM)

    hero welcome to wok, can i tak order prezz

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.

Read the full of To My Dear And Loving Husband

A Letter To Her Husband

Absent upon Public Employment

My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more,
My joy, my magazine, of earthly store,
If two be one, as surely thou and I,
How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?
So many steps, head from the heart to sever,
If but a neck, soon should we be together.
I, like the Earth this season, mourn in black,

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