Anne Bradstreet
Northampton, England
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Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House, July 18th, 1666

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In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look,
I waken'd was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of 'fire' and 'fire,'
Let no man know is my Desire.
I starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To straighten me in my Distress
And not to leave me succourless.
Then coming out, behold a space
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Anne Bradstreet 21 March 2007
I also was an arsonists as well as a serial killer, fact for the day.
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