Anne Bradstreet
Anne Bradstreet
Anne Bradstreet, née Dudley, was the most prominent of early English poets of North America and first female writer in England's North American colonies to be published. She was also a prominent Puritan figure in American Literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth20 March 1612
CountryUnited States of America
spring resurrection emblems
The spring is a lively emblem of the Resurrection.
death strong fate
And time brings down what is both strong and tall. But plants new set to be eradicate, And buds new blown, to have so short a date, Is by his hand alone that guides nature and fate.
anger wind fire
Fire hath its force abated by water, not by wind; and anger must be allayed by cold words, and not by blustering threats.
hands laborers hard
Some laborers have hard hands, and old sinners have brawny consciences.
ignorant age youth
Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending; a negligent youth is usually attended by an ignorant middle age, and both by an empty old age.
famous-love love-is rivers
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
gold east riches
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold or all the riches that the East doth hold.
kings war mean
To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings/Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun/For my mean Pen are too superior things,
hands tongue fit
I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits,
art brain weak
Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure/A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.
fall pride gay
It is reported of the peacock that priding himself in his gay feathers he ruffles them up; but spying his black feet he soon lets fall his plumes. So he that glories in his gifts and adornings should look upon his corruptions, and that will damp his high thoughts.
beauty wrinkles tree
When I behold the heavens as in their prime, And then the earth (though old) still clad in green, The stones and trees, insensible of time, Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen
memorable chance stolen
If what I do prove well, it won't advance. They'll say it's stolen, or else it was by chance.
kings men dust
O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivion's curtains over kings; Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not, Their names without a record are forgot, Their parts, their ports, their pomps all laid in th' dust Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings scape time's rust; But he whose name is graved in the white stone Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.