Anne Killigrew

(1660- 16 June 1685 / London)

Anne Killigrew Poems

1. Upon A Little Lady 4/21/2010
2. To My Lady Berkeley 4/21/2010
3. The Fourth Epigram 4/21/2010
4. The Third Epigram 4/21/2010
5. To My Lord Colrane 4/21/2010
6. To The Queen 4/21/2010
7. Upon The Saying That My Verses Were Made By Another 4/21/2010
8. Alexandreis 1/1/2004
9. A Pastoral Dialogue - Ii 4/21/2010
10. Cloris Charmes 4/21/2010
11. A Pastoral Dialogue - I 4/21/2010
12. The Second Epigram 4/21/2010
13. Herodias' Daughter Presenting To Her Mother St. John's Head In A Charger, Also Painted By Her Self 4/21/2010
14. On A Picture Painted By Her Self, Representing Two Nimphs Of Diana's, One In A Posture To Hunt, The Other Batheing 4/21/2010
15. The Discontent 12/31/2002
16. A Pastoral Dialogue 4/21/2010
17. St. John Baptist Painted By Her Self In The Wilderness, With Angels Appearing To Him, And With A Lamb By Him. 4/21/2010
18. On The Birth-Day Of Queen Katherine 4/21/2010
19. Penelope To Ulysses. 4/21/2010
20. On My Aunt Mrs. A. K. 4/21/2010
21. The Miseries Of Man 12/31/2002
22. On The Soft And Gentle Motions Of Eudora 4/21/2010
23. On The Dutchess Of Grafton 4/21/2010
24. An Epitaph On Her Self. 4/21/2010
25. An Invective Against Gold 1/1/2004
26. On A Young Lady 4/21/2010
27. First Epigram: Upon Being Contented With A Little 12/31/2002
28. Extemporary Counsel Given To A Young Gallant In A Frolick. 4/21/2010
29. An Ode 4/21/2010
30. Love, The Soul Of Poetry 1/1/2004
31. A Farewel To Worldly Joys 1/1/2004
32. The Complaint Of A Lover 1/1/2004
33. On Death 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Anne Killigrew

On Death

Tell me thou safest End of all our Woe,
Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so:
Thou gentle drier o'th' afflicteds Tears,
Thou noble ender of the Cowards Fears;
Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad dispaire,
Thou Calm t'Ambitions rough Tempestuous Care.
If in regard of Bliss thou wert a Curse,
And then the Joys of Paradise art worse;
Yet after Man from his first Station fell,
And God from Eden Adam did expel,
Thou wert no more an Evil, but Relief;
The Balm and Cure to ev'ry Humane Grief:
Through thee (what Man had forfeited before)
He now enjoys, and ne'r ...

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Love, The Soul Of Poetry

WHen first Alexis did in Verse delight,
His Muse in Low, but Graceful Numbers walk't,
And now and then a little Proudly stalk't;
But never aim'd at any noble Flight:
The Herds, the Groves, the gentle purling Streams,
Adorn'd his Song, and were his highest Theams.

But Love these Thoughts, like Mists, did soon disperse,
Enlarg'd his Fancy, and set free his Muse,

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