Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England, Novem. 6, 1657. (Anne Bradstreet Poems)
Thou mighty God of Sea and Land,I here resigne into thy handThe Son of Prayers, of vowes, of teares,The child ...
Thou mighty God of Sea and Land,I here resigne into thy handThe Son of Prayers, of vowes, of teares,The child ...
'Twixt those twin worlds,-the world of Sleep, which gaveNo dream to warn,-the tidal world of Death,Which the earth's sea, as ...
FAIR dog, which so my heart dost tear asunder, That my life's-blood, my bowels, overfloweth, Alas, what wicked rage conceal'st ...
WOULD that my love for thee were not so deep And full of life, my heart not wholly thine, Then ...
The rose thou gav'st at parting-- Hast thou forgot the hour? The moon was on the river, The ...
AND didst thou know indeed, when at the fontTogether with thy name thou gav'st me his,That also on thy son ...
Me thinks thou tak'st the worser way, (Enamoured Sheepheard) and in vaineThat thou wilt seeke thine own decay, ...
The homely words how often read!How seldom fully known!"Which father of you, asked for bread,Would give his son a stone?"How ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein ...
When thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave: So many joys I writ down for ...
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till; I have a larger on my window-sill. A farm, d'ye say? ...
FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth ...
Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate, The charter of thy worth ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
My glass shall not persuade me I am old So long as youth and thou are of one date; But ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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