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In Reference to Her Children by Anne Bradstreet — Sad Poetry Lines

By Anne Bradstreet

Topics: sad-shayari, deep-lines, nature-poetry

I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up with pain and care, Nor cost, nor labour did I spare, Till at the last they felt their wing, Mounted the trees, and learned to sing; Chief of the brood then took his flight To regions far and left me quite. My mournful chirps I after send, Till he return, or I do end: Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire, Fly back and sing amidst this choir.

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"I had eight birds hatched in one nest,..."

"In Reference to Her Children" by Anne Bradstreet is a sad and deep and nature and inspirational english poem consisting of 93 lines. This English poem by Anne Bradstreet demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest....", this piece explores themes of sad and deep and nature and inspirational 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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About Anne Bradstreet

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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