1Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain,
2Who after birth didst by my side remain,
3Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
4Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view,
5Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge,
6Where errors were not lessened (all may judg).
7At thy return my blushing was not small,
8My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
9I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
10Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight;
11Yet being mine own, at length affection would
12Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:
13I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw,
14And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
15I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet,
16Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet;
17In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
18But nought save home-spun Cloth, i’ th’ house I find.
19In this array ’mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam.
20In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come;
21And take thy way where yet thou art not known,
22If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none:
23And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,
24Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door.
1Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain,
2Who after birth didst by my side remain,
3Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
4Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view,
5Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge,
6Where errors were not lessened (all may judg).
7At thy return my blushing was not small,
8My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
9I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
10Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight;
11Yet being mine own, at length affection would
12Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:
13I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw,
14And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
15I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet,
16Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet;
17In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
18But nought save home-spun Cloth, i’ th’ house I find.
19In this array ’mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam.
20In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come;
21And take thy way where yet thou art not known,
22If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none:
23And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,
24Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door.
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side remain,
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view,
Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judg).
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight;
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:
I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet,
Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet;
In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
But nought save home-spun Cloth, i’ th’ house I find.
In this array ’mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam.
In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come;
And take thy way where yet thou art not known,
If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none:
And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,
Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Puritan Experience — A more in-depth look into the Puritan movement.
Bradstreet's Life Story — A valuable resource on Anne Bradstreet from the Poetry Foundation.
America's First Poet — An NPR piece about the life and work of Anne Bradstreet.
Homage to Mistress Bradstreet — A poetic tribute to Anne Bradstreet by John Berryman.
The Book in Question — Read the full text of Anne Bradstreet's collection of poetry (the book referred to in this poem), "The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America."