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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345153" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Childhood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! conceiv'd in sin, and born in sorrow,<br>A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,<br>Whose mean beginning, blushing can't reveal,<br>But night and darkness must with shame conceal.<br>My mother's breeding sickness, I will spare,<br>Her nine months' weary burden not declare.<br>To shew her bearing pangs, I should do wrong,<br>To tell that pain, which can't be told by tongue.<br>With tears into this world I did arrive;<br>My mother still did waste, as I did thrive,<br>Who yet with love and all alacrity,<br>Spending was willing to be spent for me.<br>With wayward cries, I did disturb her rest,<br>Who sought still to appease me with her breast;<br>With weary arms, she danc'd, and By, By, sung,<br>When wretched I (ungrate) had done the wrong.<br>When Infancy was past, my Childishness<br>Did act all folly that it could express.<br>My silliness did only take delight<br>In that which riper age did scorn and slight,<br>In Rattles, Bables, and such toyish stuff.<br>My then ambitious thoughts were low enough.<br>My high-born soul so straitly was confin'd<br>That its own worth it did not know nor mind.<br>This little house of flesh did spacious count,<br>Through ignorance, all troubles did surmount,<br>Yet this advantage had mine ignorance,<br>Freedom from Envy and from Arrogance.<br>How to be rich, or great, I did not cark,<br>A Baron or a Duke ne'r made my mark,<br>Nor studious was, Kings favours how to buy,<br>With costly presents, or base flattery;<br>No office coveted, wherein I might<br>Make strong my self and turn aside weak right.<br>No malice bare to this or that great Peer,<br>Nor unto buzzing whisperers gave ear.<br>I gave no hand, nor vote, for death, or life.<br>I'd nought to do, 'twixt Prince, and peoples' strife.<br>No Statist I: nor Marti'list i' th' field.<br>Where e're I went, mine innocence was shield.<br>My quarrels, not for Diadems, did rise,<br>But for an Apple, Plumb, or some such prize.<br>My strokes did cause no death, nor wounds, nor scars.<br>My little wrath did cease soon as my wars.<br>My duel was no challenge, nor did seek.<br>My foe should weltering, with his bowels reek.<br>I had no Suits at law, neighbours to vex,<br>Nor evidence for land did me perplex.<br>I fear'd no storms, nor all the winds that blows.<br>I had no ships at Sea, no fraughts to loose.<br>I fear'd no drought, nor wet; I had no crop,<br>Nor yet on future things did place my hope.<br>This was mine innocence, but oh the seeds<br>Lay raked up of all the cursed weeds,<br>Which sprouted forth in my insuing age,<br>As he can tell, that next comes on the stage.<br>But let me yet relate, before I go,<br>The sins and dangers I am subject to:<br>From birth stained, with Adam's sinful fact,<br>From thence I 'gan to sin, as soon as act;<br>A perverse will, a love to what's forbid;<br>A serpent's sting in pleasing face lay hid;<br>A lying tongue as soon as it could speak<br>And fifth Commandment do daily break;<br>Oft stubborn, peevish, sullen, pout, and cry;<br>Then nought can please, and yet I know not why.<br>As many was my sins, so dangers too,<br>For sin brings sorrow, sickness, death, and woe,<br>And though I miss the tossings of the mind,<br>Yet griefs in my frail flesh I still do find.<br>What gripes of wind, mine infancy did pain?<br>What tortures I, in breeding teeth sustain?<br>What crudities my cold stomach hath bred?<br>Whence vomits, worms, and flux have issued?<br>What breaches, knocks, and falls I daily have?<br>And some perhaps, I carry to my grave.<br>Sometimes in fire, sometimes in water fall:<br>Strangely preserv'd, yet mind it not at all.<br>At home, abroad, my danger's manifold<br>That wonder 'tis, my glass till now doth hold.<br>I've done: unto my elders I give way,<br>For 'tis but little that a child can say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q>
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A nothing, here to day, but gone to morrow,
Whose mean beginning, blushing can't reveal,
But night and darkness must with shame conceal.
My mother's breeding sickness, I will spare,
Her nine months' wea..."></div>
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