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Anne Bradstreet: Upon a Fit of Sickness

Upon a Fit of Sickness Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, here is fatal death. All men must die, and so must I; this…

Anne Bradstreet: Her Mother's Epitaph

Her Mother's Epitaph Here lies A worthy matron of unspotted life, A loving mother and obedient wife, A friendly neighbor, pitiful to poor, Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her store; To…

Anne Bradstreet: Her Father's Epitaph

Her Father's Epitaph Within this tomb a patriot lies That was both pious, just and wise, To truth a shield, to right a wall, To sectaries a whip and maul, A magazine of history, A prizer of…

Anne Bradstreet: Meditation [no date]

Meditation [no date] My soul, rejoice thou in thy God, Boast of Him all the day, Walk in His law, and kiss His rod Cleave close to Him alway. What though thy outward man decay, Thy inward…

Berryman, John

(Encyclopedia) Berryman, JohnBerryman, Johnbĕrˈēmən [key], 1914–72, American poet and critic, b. McAlester, Okla., as John Allyn Smith, Jr., grad. Columbia, 1936, also studied at Cambridge. His…

Anne Bradstreet: To my Dear and Loving Husband

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…

Anne Bradstreet: To Her Father with Some Verses

To Her Father with Some Verses Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me or ought I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it…