Samuel Danforth - Works

Works

  • MDCXLVII. An Almanack for the Year of Our Lord 1647. Cambridge, Mass., 1647.
  • MDCXLVIII. An Almanack for the Year of Our Lord 1648. Cambridge, MA, 1648.
  • MDCXLIX. An Almanack for the Year of Our Lord 1649. Cambridge, MA, 1649.
  • . Cambridge, MA, 1650/51(?).
  • An Astronomical Description of the Late Comet, or Blazing Star, as it appeared in New-England in the 9th, 10th, 11th, and in the Beginning of the 12th Moneth, 1664. Together with a Brief Theological Explanation Thereof. Cambridge, MA, 1665; London, 1666.
  • A Brief Recognition of New-Englands Errand into the Wilderness; Made in the Audience of the General Assembly of the Massachusetts Colony, at Boston in N.E. on the 11th of the third Moneth, 1670, being the day of Election there. Cambridge, Mass., 1671. —Reprinted in A. W. Plumstead, The Wall and the Garden: Selected Massachusetts Election Sermons 1670–1775 (Minneapolis, 1968) and Michael Warner, American Sermons (New York, 1999)
  • The Cry of Sodom Enquired Into; Upon Occasion of the Arraignment and Condemnation of BENJAMIN GOAD,for his Prodigious Villany. Cambridge, MA, 1674.
  • “A Letter out of Grief,” in Cotton Mather, Magnalia Christi Americana. London, 1702.
  • Samuel Danforth's Almanack Poems and Chronological Tables 1647-1649 (online edition)

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