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Anne Bradstreet
1612 - 1672
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A Dialogue Between Old England And New
Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, / With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, / What ails thee hang thy head, and cross thine arms,
A Funeral Elogy
Ask not why hearts turn Magazines of passions, / And why that grief is clad in sev'ral fashions; / Why She on progress goes, and doth not borrow
A Letter To Her Husband
Absent upon Public Employment / My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more, / My joy, my magazine, of earthly store,
A Love Letter To Her Husband
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, begone, / The silent night's the fittest time for moan; / But stay this once, unto my suit give ear,
An Apology
To finish what's begun, was my intent, / My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent; / Essays I many made but still gave out,
An Elegie Upon That Honourable And Renowned Knight Sir Philip Sidney, Who Was Untimely Slain At The Siege Of Zutphen, Anno, 1586
When England did enjoy her Halsion dayes, / Her noble Sidney wore the Crown of Bayes; / As well an honour to our British Land,
An Epitaph On My Dear And Ever Honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, Who Deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. And Of Her Age, 61
A worthy Matron of unspotted life, / A loving Mother and obedient wife, / A friendly Neighbor, pitiful to poor,
Before The Birth Of One Of Her Children
All things within this fading world hath end, / Adversity doth still our joys attend; / No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,
By Night When Others Soundly Slept
By night when others soundly slept / And hath at once both ease and Rest, / My waking eyes were open kept
Contemplations
Some time now past in the Autumnal Tide, / When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed, / The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride,
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