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Anne Bradstreet: Contemplations

Contemplations Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phœbus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Were gilded o're by his rich golden head. Their…

Anne Bradstreet: Childhood

Childhood Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow, A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow, Whose mean beginning, blushing can't reveal, But night and darkness must with shame conceal…

Anne Bradstreet: Youth

Youth My goodly clothing and beauteous skin Declare some greater riches are within, But what is best I'll first present to view, And then the worst, in a more ugly hue, For thus to do we on…

Anne Bradstreet: Middle Age

Middle Age Childhood and youth forgot, sometimes I've seen, And now am grown more staid that have been green, What they have done, the same was done by me: As was their praise, or shame, so…

Anne Bradstreet: Old Age

Old Age   What you have been, ev'n such have I before, And all you say, say I, and something more. Babe's innocence, Youth's wildness I have seen, And in perplexed Middle-age have been,…

Anne Bradstreet: Fire

FireWhat is my worth (both ye) and all men know, In little time I can but little show, But what I am, let learned Grecians say What I can do well skil'd Mechanicks may; The benefit all living…