Poems by Anne Bradstreet
What God is like to him I serve
... My thankfull mouth shall speak thy praise, ...
On my dear Grand-child Simon Bradstreet, Who dyed on 16. Novemb. 1669. being but a moneth, and one d
... Three flours, two searcely blown, the last i'th' bud, ...
The Vanity of All Worldly Things
... Nor strength, nor wisdom, nor fresh youth shall fade, ...
Deliverance From Another Sore Fit
... My plaints and groans were heard of Thee, ...
A Love Letter to Her Husband
... Tell him, the countless steps that thou dost trace, ...
Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
... My feeble spirit Thou didst revive, ...
For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague, June, 1661.
... When heart did faint and spirits quail, ...
Of the four Humours in Mans Constitution.
... Melancholy. He that with two Assailants hath to do, ...
To My Dear And Loving Husband
... I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold ...
By Night when Others Soundly Slept
... I'll serve him here whilst I shall live ...
Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House
... Here stood that trunk, and there that chest, ...
Prologue
... 43 And oh ye high flown quills that soar the skies, ...
Upon Some Distemper of Body
... Bedrenched with tears that flowed from mournful head, ...
Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th
... Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest, ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New
... 67 No Crook-backt Tyrant now usurps the Seat, 68 Whose tearing tusks did wound, and kill, and threat ...
