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To My Dear And Loving Husband - Poem by Anne Bradstreet

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.

Comments about To My Dear And Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet

  • Gold Star - 181,154 Points Mahtab Bangalee (7/25/2019 3:57:00 AM)

    beautiful and romantic.........////////////// (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 15,796 Points Adeeb Alfateh (7/25/2019 2:11:00 AM)

    My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
    Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.

    beautiful write
    great 10+++++++++++++++++++++
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  • Rookie Ejianya Ifeoma Mary. (4/25/2018 4:48:00 AM)

    waw worth a a VIRTUOUS women what a glorious poem for your lovely husband. I love this. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Miranda (4/23/2018 2:02:00 PM)

    That's cool😎Happpyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Miranda (4/23/2018 2:02:00 PM)

    That's cool😎Happpyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie reona (4/19/2018 5:01:00 PM)

    pinto y u cn't love all of it and everytime I write a fuking comment u reporting It well I give u something to report (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie reona (4/19/2018 4:57:00 PM)

    VERY nice poem I felt to cry (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,342 Points Rebecca Lyle (2/20/2017 11:32:00 PM)

    Wonderful write for your husband (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,342 Points Rebecca Lyle (2/20/2017 11:30:00 PM)

    beautifully written for your husband. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,784 Points Amar Agarwala (2/20/2017 6:43:00 PM)

    An intense poem on love... reading Anne Bradstreet for the first time. (Report) Reply

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Husband Poems
  1. 1. To My Dear And Loving Husband
    Anne Bradstreet
  2. 2. A Letter To Her Husband
    Anne Bradstreet
  3. 3. Any Wife To Any Husband
    Robert Browning
  4. 4. The Jungle Husband
    Stevie Smith
  5. 5. A Love Letter To Her Husband
    Anne Bradstreet
  6. 6. The Perfect Husband
    Ogden Nash
  7. 7. An Epitaph Upon Husband And Wife
    Richard Crashaw
  8. 8. To A Lady On The Death Of Her Husband
    Phillis Wheatley
  9. 9. In My Solitary Hours In My Dear Husband ..
    Anne Bradstreet
  10. 10. Upon My Dear And Loving Husband His Goin..
    Anne Bradstreet
  11. 11. To My Husband On Our Wedding-Day
    Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
  12. 12. A Husband...
    sarah holmes
  13. 13. For The Restoration Of My Dear Husband F..
    Anne Bradstreet
  14. 14. Wife To Husband
    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  15. 15. Her Late Husband (King's-Hintock, 182-.)
    Thomas Hardy
  16. 16. My Wife’s Second Husband
    Henry Lawson
  17. 17. Epilogue To The Husband His Own Cuckold
    John Dryden
  18. 18. To A Husband
    Amy Lowell
  19. 19. The Happy Husband
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  20. 20. I Have A Little Husband
    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  21. 21. A Wife Deplores The Absence Of Her Husband
  22. 22. My Husband
    Erica Francis
  23. 23. A Wife Mourns For Her Husband
  24. 24. Prologue To Steele's Tender Husband
    Joseph Addison
  25. 25. Songs Of Wives-01: Draupadi-04-The First..
    Subhas Chandra Chakra
  26. 26. My Husband, My Soldier, My Hero, My Friend
    Courtney Lane
  27. 27. The Husband Of To-Day
    Edith Nesbit
  28. 28. Are You A Good Husband?
    Julius Babarinsa
  29. 29. A Wife Mourns For Her Husband
  30. 30. My Husband.
    anju addanki
  31. 31. A Wife Urging Her Husband To Action
  32. 32. Battered Husband
    Antonio Liao
  33. 33. The Husband And Wife
    Bill Simmons
  34. 34. Husband And...
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  35. 35. My Husband
    Aish The Inkygirl
  36. 36. Epistle From Mrs. Yonge To Her Husband
    Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
  37. 37. Verses Wrote On Her Death-Bed At Bath, T..
    Mary Monck
  38. 38. Husband I Miss You
    Aish The Inkygirl
  39. 39. To A Husband
    Anne Kingsmill Finch
  40. 40. For My Husband
    Erica Jong
  41. 41. A Husband
    Christopher Higginson
  42. 42. The Jealous Husband
    Jean De La Fontaine
  43. 43. On Sharing A Husband
    Ho Xuan Huong
  44. 44. The Husband-Confessor
    Jean De La Fontaine
  45. 45. Husband And Wife
    Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
  46. 46. The Ideal Husband To His Wife
    Sam Walter Foss
  47. 47. The Husband
    Leon Gellert
  48. 48. I Am Proud Of My Husband!
    Shaila Touchton
  49. 49. *- Husband And Wife
    Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
  50. 50. (limerick)a Note To Richard, The Husband..
    WES Vogler

Husband Poems

  1. Any Wife To Any Husband

    My love, this is the bitterest, that thou--- Who art all truth, and who dost love me now As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say--- Shouldst love so truly, and couldst love me still A whole long life through, had but love its will, Would death that leads me from thee brook delay. II. I have but to be by thee, and thy hand Will never let mine go, nor heart withstand The beating of my heart to reach its place. When shall I look for thee and feel thee gone? When cry for the old comfort and find none? Never, I know! Thy soul is in thy face. III. Oh, I should fade---'tis willed so! Might I save, Gladly I would, whatever beauty gave Joy to thy sense, for that was precious too. It is not to be granted. But the soul Whence the love comes, all ravage leaves that whole; Vainly the flesh fades; soul makes all things new. IV. It would not be because my eye grew dim Thou couldst not find the love there, thanks to Him Who never is dishonoured in the spark He gave us from his fire of fires, and bade Remember whence it sprang, nor be afraid While that burns on, though all the rest grow dark. V. So, how thou wouldst be perfect, white and clean Outside as inside, soul and soul's demesne Alike, this body given to show it by! Oh, three-parts through the worst of life's abyss, What plaudits from the next world after this, Couldst thou repeat a stroke and gain the sky! VI. And is it not the bitterer to think That, disengage our hands and thou wilt sink Although thy love was love in very deed? I know that nature! Pass a festive day, Thou dost not throw its relic-flower away Nor bid its music's loitering echo speed. VII. Thou let'st the stranger's glove lie where it fell; If old things remain old things all is well, For thou art grateful as becomes man best And hadst thou only heard me play one tune, Or viewed me from a window, not so soon With thee would such things fade as with the rest. VIII. I seem to see! We meet and part; 'tis brief; The book I opened keeps a folded leaf, The very chair I sat on, breaks the rank That is a portrait of me on the wall--- Three lines, my face comes at so slight a call: And for all this, one little hour to thank! IX. But now, because the hour through years was fixed, Because our inmost beings met and mixed, Because thou once hast loved me---wilt thou dare Say to thy soul and Who may list beside, ``Therefore she is immortally my bride; ``Chance cannot change my love, nor time impair. X. ``So, what if in the dusk of life that's left, ``I, a tired traveller of my sun bereft, Look from my path when, mimicking the same, ``The fire-fly glimpses past me, come and gone? ``---Where was it till the sunset? where anon ``It will be at the sunrise! What's to blame?'' XI. Is it so helpful to thee? Canst thou take The mimic up, nor, for the true thing's sake, Put gently by such efforts at a beam? Is the remainder of the way so long, Thou need'st the little solace, thou the strong Watch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and dream! XII. ---Ah, but the fresher faces! ``Is it true,'' Thou'lt ask, ``some eyes are beautiful and new? ``Some hair,---how can one choose but grasp such wealth? ``And if a man would press his lips to lips ``Fresh as the wilding hedge-rose-cup there slips ``The dew-drop out of, must it be by stealth? XIII. ``It cannot change the love still kept for Her, ``More than if such a picture I prefer ``Passing a day with, to a room's bare side: The painted form takes nothing she possessed, Yet, while the Titian's Venus lies at rest, A man looks. Once more, what is there to chide?'' XIV. So must I see, from where I sit and watch, My own self sell myself, my hand attach Its warrant to the very thefts from me--- Thy singleness of soul that made me proud, Thy purity of heart I loved aloud, Thy man's-truth I was bold to bid God see! XV. Love so, then, if thou wilt! Give all thou canst Away to the new faces---disentranced, (Say it and think it) obdurate no more: Re-issue looks and words from the old mint, Pass them afresh, no matter whose the print Image and superscription once they bore XVI. Re-coin thyself and give it them to spend,--- It all comes to the same thing at the end, Since mine thou wast, mine art and mine shalt be, Faithful or faithless, scaling up the sum Or lavish of my treasure, thou must come Back to the heart's place here I keep for thee! XVII. Only, why should it be with stain at all? Why must I, 'twixt the leaves of coronal, Put any kiss of pardon on thy brow? Why need the other women know so much, And talk together, ``Such the look and such ``The smile he used to love with, then as now!'' XVIII. Might I die last and show thee! Should I find Such hardship in the few years left behind, If free to take and light my lamp, and go Into thy tomb, and shut the door and sit, Seeing thy face on those four sides of it The better that they are so blank, I know! XIX. Why, time was what I wanted, to turn o'er Within my mind each look, get more and more By heart each word, too much to learn at first; And join thee all the fitter for the pause 'Neath the low doorway's lintel. That were cause For lingering, though thou calledst, if I durst! XX. And yet thou art the nobler of us two What dare I dream of, that thou canst not do, Outstripping my ten small steps with one stride? I'll say then, here's a trial and a task--- Is it to bear?---if easy, I'll not ask: Though love fail, I can trust on in thy pride. XXI. Pride?---when those eyes forestall the life behind The death I have to go through!---when I find, Now that I want thy help most, all of thee! What did I fear? Thy love shall hold me fast Until the little minute's sleep is past And I wake saved.---And yet it will not be!

  2. 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, My Sun is gone so far in's zodiac, Whom whilst I 'joyed, nor storms, nor frost I felt, His warmth such fridged colds did cause to melt. My chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn; Return; return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn; In this dead time, alas, what can I more Than view those fruits which through thy heart I bore? Which sweet contentment yield me for a space, True living pictures of their father's face. O strange effect! now thou art southward gone, I weary grow the tedious day so long; But when thou northward to me shalt return, I wish my Sun may never set, but burn Within the Cancer of my glowing breast, The welcome house of him my dearest guest. Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence, Till nature's sad decree shall call thee hence; Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone, I here, thou there, yet both but one.

  3. A Love Letter To Her Husband

    Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, begone, 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 do n't drown'd The woful accents of my doleful sound), If in thy swift career thou canst make stay, I crave this boon, this errand by the way: Commend me to the man more lov'd than life, Show him the sorrows of his widow'd wife, My dumpish thoughts, my groans, my brackish tears, My sobs, my longing hopes, my doubting fears, And, if he love, how can he there abide? My interest's more than all the world beside. He that can tell the stars or Ocean sand, Or all the grass that in the meads do stand, The leaves in th' woods, the hail or drops of rain, Or in a cornfield number every grain, Or every mote that in the sunshine hops, May court my sighs and number all my drops. Tell him, the countless steps that thou dost trace, That once a day thy spouse thou mayst embrace; And when thou canst not treat by loving mouth, Thy rays afar, salute her from the south. But for one month I see no day (poor soul) Like those far situate under the pole, Which day by day long wait for thy arise, O how they joy when thou dost light the skies. O Phoebus, hadst thou but thus long from thine Restrain'd the beams of thy beloved shine, At thy return, if so thou couldst or durst, Behold a Chaos blacker than the first. Tell him here's worse than a confused matter, His little world's a fathom under water, Naught but the fervor of his ardent beams Hath power to dry the torrent of these streams. Tell him I would say more, but cannot well, Opressed minds abrupted tales do tell. Now post with double speed, mark what I say, By all our loves conjure him not to stay.

  4. The Jungle Husband

    Dearest Evelyn, I often think of you Out with the guns in the jungle stew Yesterday I hittapotamus I put the measurements down for you but they got lost in the fuss It's not a good thing to drink out here You know, I've practically given it up dear. Tomorrow I am going alone a long way Into the jungle. It is all grey But green on top Only sometimes when a tree has fallen The sun comes down plop, it is quite appalling. You never want to go in a jungle pool In the hot sun, it would be the act of a fool Because it's always full of anacondas, Evelyn, not looking ill-fed I'll say. So no more now, from your loving husband Wilfred.

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