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Anne Bradstreet
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(1612-1672)
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A Dialogue between Old England and New
Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,
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A Letter to Her Husband
My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay, more,
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A Love Letter to Her Husband
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, begone,
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Another
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone,
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Another (II)
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer,
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Author to her Book, The
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain,
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Before the Birth of One of Her Children
All things within this fading world hath end,
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By Night when Others Soundly Slept
By night when others soundly slept
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Contemplations
Some time now past in the Autumnal Tide,
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Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise,
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Deliverance from Another Sore Fit
In my distress I sought the Lord
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Epitaphs
Here lies
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Flesh and the Spirit, The
In secret place where once I stood
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Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations
By night when others soundly slept,
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In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth
Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie,
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In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659
I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,
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In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband's Safe Arrival Sept 3, 1662
What shall I render to Thy name
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Meditations Divine and Moral
A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily
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Of the Four Ages of Man
Lo now! four other acts upon the stage,
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Prologue, The
To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings,
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Spirit
Be still, thou unregenerate part,
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To Her Father with Some Verses
Most truly honoured, and as truly dear,
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To my Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
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Upon a Fit of Sickness,Anno 1632 Aetatis Suae, 19
Twice ten years old not fully told
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Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16, 1661
O thou Most High who rulest all
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Upon Some Distemper of Body
In anguish of my heart replete with woes,
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Vanity of All Worldly Things, The
As he said vanity, so vain say I,
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Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th, 1666
In silent night when rest I took,
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We May Live Together
If ever two were one, then surely we.
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