Poems of Anne Bradstreet
|1.||A Dialogue between Old England and New||5/10/2001|
|2.||A Letter to Her Husband||12/31/2002|
|3.||A Love Letter to Her Husband||12/31/2002|
|5.||An EPITAPH On my dear and ever honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, who deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. a||4/2/2010|
|8.||As spring the winter doth succeed||4/2/2010|
|9.||As weary pilgrim, now at rest||4/2/2010|
|10.||Author to her Book, The||12/31/2002|
|11.||Before the Birth of One of Her Children||5/10/2001|
|12.||By Night when Others Soundly Slept||5/10/2001|
|15.||Davids Lamentation for Saul and Jonathan.||4/2/2010|
|16.||Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting||12/31/2002|
|17.||Deliverance from Another Sore Fit||12/31/2002|
|19.||Flesh and the Spirit, The||12/31/2002|
|20.||For Deliverance from a feaver.||4/2/2010|
We May Live Together
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.