ANNE BRADSTREET1612-1672
1612-1672
This Book by Any yet unread,I leave for you when I am dead,That, being gone, here you may findWhat was your liveing mother’s mind.Make use of what I leave in LoveAnd God shall blesse you from above.
This Book by Any yet unread,I leave for you when I am dead,That, being gone, here you may findWhat was your liveing mother’s mind.Make use of what I leave in LoveAnd God shall blesse you from above.
This Book by Any yet unread,I leave for you when I am dead,That, being gone, here you may findWhat was your liveing mother’s mind.Make use of what I leave in LoveAnd God shall blesse you from above.
This Book by Any yet unread,
I leave for you when I am dead,
That, being gone, here you may find
What was your liveing mother’s mind.
Make use of what I leave in Love
And God shall blesse you from above.
Here sleeps the Queen; this is the royal bed,O’ th’ damask rose, sprung from the white and red,Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling air,This Rose is wither’d, once so lovely fair;On neither tree did grow such rose before,The greater was our gain, our loss the more.
Here sleeps the Queen; this is the royal bed,O’ th’ damask rose, sprung from the white and red,Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling air,This Rose is wither’d, once so lovely fair;On neither tree did grow such rose before,The greater was our gain, our loss the more.
Here sleeps the Queen; this is the royal bed,O’ th’ damask rose, sprung from the white and red,Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling air,This Rose is wither’d, once so lovely fair;On neither tree did grow such rose before,The greater was our gain, our loss the more.
Here sleeps the Queen; this is the royal bed,
O’ th’ damask rose, sprung from the white and red,
Whose sweet perfume fills the all-filling air,
This Rose is wither’d, once so lovely fair;
On neither tree did grow such rose before,
The greater was our gain, our loss the more.