Anne Bradstreet

(1612 – 16 September 1672 / Northampton, England)

Comments about Anne Bradstreet

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

    Would anyone like some cotton with their koolaid?

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  • 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

  • Donald Trump (4/3/2018 8:41:00 AM)

    what is wrong with you two?

  • aya aisaha khadija safia hanna (1/16/2018 12:44:00 PM)

    is this true abu ha his poem was made in he 1880

  • Paddy Harris (11/14/2008 1:55:00 PM)

    Your one funny person. Don't know whats better the poems or the comments.

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

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,

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