By Night when Others Soundly Slept
Anne Bradstreet * Track #11 On Poems of Anne Bradstreet
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- #1A Dialogue between Old England and New
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- #2A Letter to Her Husband Absent upon Public Employment
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- #3A Love Letter to Her Husband
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- #4An Apology
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- #5An EPITAPH On my dear and ever honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, who deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. a
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- #6Another
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- #7Another-II
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- #8As spring the winter doth succeed
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- #9As weary pilgrim, now at rest
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- #10Before the Birth of One of Her Children
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- #11By Night when Others Soundly Slept
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- #12Childhood
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- #13Contemplations
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- #14Davids Lamentation for Saul and Jonathan
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- #15Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
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- #16Deliverance from Another Sore Fit
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- #17Epitaphs
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- #18Flesh and the Spirit, The
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- #19For Deliverance from a feaver.
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- #20For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague, June, 1661.
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- #21Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations
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- #22Here follow some verses upon the burning of our house, July 10, 1666
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- #23In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth
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- #24In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence
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- #25In Reference to her Children
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- #26In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband’s Safe Arrival Sept 3, 1662
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- #27Meditations Divine and Moral
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- #28My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue
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- #29Of the Four Ages of Man
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- #30Of the four Humours in Mans Constitution.
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- #31On my dear Grand-child Simon Bradstreet, Who dyed on 16. Novemb. 1669. being but a moneth, and one day old
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- #32On My Son’s Return Out Of England, July 17, 1661.
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- #33Spirit
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- #34The Author to her Book
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- #35The Four Elements.
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- #36What God is like to him I serve
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- #37The four Monarchyes, the Assyrian being the first, beginning under Nimrod, 131. Years after the Floo
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- #38The four Seasons of the Year.
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- #39The Prologue
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- #40The Romane Monarchy, being the fourth and last, beginningAnno Mundi , 3213.
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- #41The Third Monarchy, being the Grecian, beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112. Olympiad.
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- #42The Vanity of All Worldly Things
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- #43To Her Father with Some Verses
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- #44To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; these humbly presented.
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- #45To my Dear and Loving Husband
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- #46To my Dear Children.
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- #47To the Memory of my dear and ever honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who deceased, July 31. 1653. an
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- #48To the memory of my dear Daughter in Law, Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet, who deceased Sept. 6. 1669. in the
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- #49Upon a Fit of Sickness,Anno 1632 Aetatis Suae, 19
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- #50Upon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recouery from a dangerous feaver
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- #51Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England, Novem. 6, 1657.
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- #52Upon Some Distemper of Body
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- #53Vanity of All Worldly Things, The
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- #54We May Live Together
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- #55Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16, 1661
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By Night when Others Soundly Slept by Anne Bradstreet
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Anne BradstreetBy Night when Others Soundly Slept Annotated
By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.
I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
With tears I sought him earnestly.
He bow'd his ear down from Above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.
My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.
What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity.