Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House, July 18th, 1666 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DDEFCCGGHHHHDDIIJJKK LLGGMMGGNNOOPPGPQQII GGRRSTUUJJVVBB| Here follows some verses upon the burning | A |
| of our house July th Copyed out of | B |
| a loose Paper | C |
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| In silent night when rest I took | D |
| For sorrow near I did not look | D |
| I waken'd was with thund'ring noise | E |
| And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice | F |
| That fearful sound of fire and fire | C |
| Let no man know is my Desire | C |
| I starting up the light did spy | G |
| And to my God my heart did cry | G |
| To straighten me in my Distress | H |
| And not to leave me succourless | H |
| Then coming out behold a space | H |
| The flame consume my dwelling place | H |
| And when I could no longer look | D |
| I blest his grace that gave and took | D |
| That laid my goods now in the dust | I |
| Yea so it was and so 'twas just | I |
| It was his own it was not mine | J |
| Far be it that I should repine | J |
| He might of all justly bereft | K |
| But yet sufficient for us left | K |
| When by the Ruins oft I past | L |
| My sorrowing eyes aside did cast | L |
| And here and there the places spy | G |
| Where oft I sate and long did lie | G |
| Here stood that Trunk and there that chest | M |
| There lay that store I counted best | M |
| My pleasant things in ashes lie | G |
| And them behold no more shall I | G |
| Under the roof no guest shall sit | N |
| Nor at thy Table eat a bit | N |
| No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told | O |
| Nor things recounted done of old | O |
| No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee | P |
| Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee | P |
| In silence ever shalt thou lie | G |
| Adieu Adieu All's Vanity | P |
| Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide | Q |
| And did thy wealth on earth abide | Q |
| Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust | I |
| The arm of flesh didst make thy trust | I |
| Raise up thy thoughts above the sky | G |
| That dunghill mists away may fly | G |
| Thou hast a house on high erect | R |
| Fram'd by that mighty Architect | R |
| With glory richly furnished | S |
| Stands permanent though this be fled | T |
| It's purchased and paid for too | U |
| By him who hath enough to do | U |
| A price so vast as is unknown | J |
| Yet by his gift is made thine own | J |
| There's wealth enough I need no more | V |
| Farewell my pelf farewell my store | V |
| The world no longer let me love | B |
| My hope and Treasure lies above | B |
Anne Bradstreet
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