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In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence by Anne Bradstreet — Sad Poetry Lines

By Anne Bradstreet

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, deep-lines

O Lord, Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings and my fears. Thou hitherto hast been my God; Thy help my soul hath found. Though loss and sickness me assailed, Through Thee I've kept my ground. And Thy abode Thou'st made with me; With Thee my soul can talk;

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"O Lord, Thou hear'st my daily moan..."

"In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence" by Anne Bradstreet is a sad and love and deep and spiritual english poem consisting of 64 lines. This English poem by Anne Bradstreet demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "O Lord, Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears....", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Anne Bradstreet's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612–1672) was the first published poet of English America. Her collection "The Tenth Muse" (1650) explores domestic life, faith, and the New World experience, and she is considered the founding mother of American poetry.

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