Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting

Anne Bradstreet * Track #15 On Poems of Anne Bradstreet

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Anne Bradstreet

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#1
A Dialogue between Old England and New
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A Letter to Her Husband Absent upon Public Employment
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A Love Letter to Her Husband
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An Apology
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An EPITAPH On my dear and ever honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, who deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. a
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#6
Another
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Another-II
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As spring the winter doth succeed
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As weary pilgrim, now at rest
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#10
Before the Birth of One of Her Children
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#11
By Night when Others Soundly Slept
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#12
Childhood
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#13
Contemplations
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#14
Davids Lamentation for Saul and Jonathan
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Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
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#16
Deliverance from Another Sore Fit
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#17
Epitaphs
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#18
Flesh and the Spirit, The
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#19
For Deliverance from a feaver.
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#20
For the restoration of my dear Husband from a burning Ague, June, 1661.
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#21
Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations
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#22
Here follow some verses upon the burning of our house, July 10, 1666
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#23
In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth
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#24
In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence
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#25
In Reference to her Children
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#26
In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband’s Safe Arrival Sept 3, 1662
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#27
Meditations Divine and Moral
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#28
My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue
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#29
Of the Four Ages of Man
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#30
Of the four Humours in Mans Constitution.
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#31
On my dear Grand-child Simon Bradstreet, Who dyed on 16. Novemb. 1669. being but a moneth, and one day old
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#32
On My Son’s Return Out Of England, July 17, 1661.
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#33
Spirit
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#34
The Author to her Book
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The Four Elements.
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#36
What God is like to him I serve
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#37
The four Monarchyes, the Assyrian being the first, beginning under Nimrod, 131. Years after the Floo
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#38
The four Seasons of the Year.
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#39
The Prologue
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#40
The Romane Monarchy, being the fourth and last, beginningAnno Mundi , 3213.
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The Third Monarchy, being the Grecian, beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112. Olympiad.
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#42
The Vanity of All Worldly Things
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#43
To Her Father with Some Verses
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#44
To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; these humbly presented.
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#45
To my Dear and Loving Husband
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#46
To my Dear Children.
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#47
To the Memory of my dear and ever honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who deceased, July 31. 1653. an
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#48
To the memory of my dear Daughter in Law, Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet, who deceased Sept. 6. 1669. in the
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#49
Upon a Fit of Sickness,Anno 1632 Aetatis Suae, 19
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#50
Upon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recouery from a dangerous feaver
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#51
Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England, Novem. 6, 1657.
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#52
Upon Some Distemper of Body
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#53
Vanity of All Worldly Things, The
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#54
We May Live Together
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#55
Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into England Jan. 16, 1661
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Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting by Anne Bradstreet

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Anne Bradstreet

Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting Annotated

Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise,
But ah! It's not in me.
My sinking heart I pray Thee raise
So shall I give it Thee.

My life as spider's webb's cut off,
Thus fainting have I said,
And living man no more shall see
But be in silence laid.

My feeble spirit Thou didst revive,
My doubting Thou didst chide,
And though as dead mad'st me alive,
I here a while might 'bide.

Why should I live but to Thy praise?
My life is hid with Thee.
O Lord, no longer be my days
Than I may fruitful be.

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