Anne+Bradstreet



Anne Bradstreet was born on 1612 somewhere in England. Her mothers name was Queen Elizabeth and she was married to a nonconformist soldier. Her fathers name was Thomas Dudley, and he had some affairs with Earl of Lincoln. So Thomas Dudley and his family sailed to Massachusetts Bay Colony with his associate at the time, who was named Simon Bradstreet. Simon later became married too Anne Bradstreet, she was 16 years old and he was 25 years old when they both got married.

Anne Bradstreet was educated in many different subjects. They were Greek, Latin, French, Hebrew, English, Literature, and also History. Here are some quotes of Anne Bradstreet, "If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." Also here is another one "Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending." Some of the major works of Anne Bradstreet are the poems that she wrote.

Some majors or Anne Bradstreet were, her being a writer or her being a homemaker. She had wrote many different poems, like in her writing Bradstreet gives an insight of Puritan views of salvation and redemption. She had some relationships with one of her dads assistants, that she had gotten married too. She was 16 and he was 25 when they both had gotten married, and it was not weird for a young girl to marry an older man like that. She had struggled to raise eight children and it was tough but she had made it through, and one of her rewards was that she had proved to be a strong women and this internal resolve is reflected in her writings.

Anne found time to write poetry by her own admissions, she began her verse making almost accidentally. She started writing poems for her own satifications also so she would not be bored. Her poetry was about her family and friends that were in the colony, Du Bartas early verses influenced Anne to write and to create more poetry.

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.  The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.  Then while we live, in love let’s so persever  That when we live no more, we may live ever.
 * Poem: To My Dear And Loving Husband**



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