By Night when Others Soundly Slept (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
. By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Rest, My waking eyes were open ...
. By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Rest, My waking eyes were open ...
VPon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring, all in his mothers lap: A gentle Bee with his loud trumpet ...
SWeet smile, the daughter of the Queene of loue, Expressing all thy mothers powrefull art: with which she wonts to ...
SOng made in lieu of many ornaments, With which my loue should duly haue bene dect, Which cutting off through ...
THe glorious image of the makers beautie, My souerayne faynt, the Idoll of my thought, dare not henceforth aboue the ...
VNquiet thought, whom at the first I bred, Of th'inward bale of my loue pined hart: and sithens haue with ...
THe famous warriors of the anticke world, Vsed Trophees to erect in stately wize: in which they would the records ...
MOst glorious Lord of lyfe that on this day, Didst make thy triumph ouer death and sin: and hauing harrowd ...
YE learned sisters which haue oftentimes beene to me ayding, others to adorne: Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
MOst happy letters fram'd by skilfull trade, with which that happy name was first defynd: the which three times thrise ...
OF this worlds Theatre in which we stay, My loue lyke the Spectator ydly sits beholding me that all the ...
Now ceasse ye damsels your delights forepast, Enough is it, that all the day was youres: Now day is doen, ...
MY loue is lyke to yse, and I to fyre; how comes it then that this her cold so great ...
FResh spring the herald of loues mighty king, In whose cote armour richly are displayd, all sorts of flowers the ...
FAyre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure, The neast of loue, the lodging of delight: the bowre of blisse, the ...
THe doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine That fondly feare to loose your liberty, when loosing one, two ...
YE tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle, do seeke most pretious things to make your gain: and both the Indias ...
Ioy of my life, full oft for louing you I blesse my lot, that was so lucky placed: but then ...
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THe wanton boy was shortly wel recured, of that his malady: But he soone after fresh againe enured, his former ...
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