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Anne Bradstreet: The Flesh and the Spirit
The Flesh and the Spirit In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to come. One Flesh was call'd,…Anne Bradstreet: Verses upon the Burning of our House
Verses upon the Burning of our House 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…Anne Bradstreet: The Vanity of All Worldly Things
The Vanity of All Worldly Things As he said vanity, so vain say I, Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky; Where is the man can say, "Lo, I have found On brittle earth a consolation sound"?…Anne Bradstreet: Another
Another Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, 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…Anne Bradstreet: Another II
Another II As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every bush and nook doth pry, Her dearest deer, might answer ear…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: Upon Some Distemper of Body
Upon Some Distemper of Body In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed, Bedrenched with tears that flowed…Anne Bradstreet: In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth
In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen ElizabethProem. Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in…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…