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. Cloris Charmes 4/21/2010
10. A Pastoral Dialogue - I 4/21/2010
11. The Second Epigram 4/21/2010
12. Herodias' Daughter Presenting To Her Mother St. John's Head In A Charger, Also Painted By Her Self 4/21/2010
13. A Pastoral Dialogue - Ii 4/21/2010
14. The Discontent 12/31/2002
15. 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
16. St. John Baptist Painted By Her Self In The Wilderness, With Angels Appearing To Him, And With A Lamb By Him. 4/21/2010
17. On The Birth-Day Of Queen Katherine 4/21/2010
18. Penelope To Ulysses. 4/21/2010
19. The Miseries Of Man 12/31/2002
20. On The Dutchess Of Grafton 4/21/2010
21. On The Soft And Gentle Motions Of Eudora 4/21/2010
22. An Epitaph On Her Self. 4/21/2010
23. A Pastoral Dialogue 4/21/2010
24. An Invective Against Gold 1/1/2004
25. On A Young Lady 4/21/2010
26. First Epigram: Upon Being Contented With A Little 12/31/2002
27. Extemporary Counsel Given To A Young Gallant In A Frolick. 4/21/2010
28. An Ode 4/21/2010
29. A Farewel To Worldly Joys 1/1/2004
30. The Complaint Of A Lover 1/1/2004
31. On My Aunt Mrs. A. K. 4/21/2010
32. Love, The Soul Of Poetry 1/1/2004
33. On Death 12/31/2002

Comments about Anne Killigrew

  • Ernest Lee Clary (9/25/2011 12:18:00 AM)

    Rest in peace Dear Anne.

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  • Kevin Casey (9/25/2009 10:40:00 PM)

    anne looks as if she did not dwell on earth for very long and suggested courting death, as do many that traverse into battle facing embracing the surest of all things, it is the biggest shock to everyone at the point of realisation that in this mortal coil we do not dwell for ever, iremember a slight sulleness, when i had to explain to my own children that this is not permanent, i dont think that any one ever gets over it, thus the degrees by which every one plans their own demise like a wedding, that definatley will take place, the confrontation is something that beats on the very souland the degree to which some will go for imposition of this wedding is really exeplified in lines 2 and 24 amazing personell account of some one that is building up layers of protection from her fate by developing a resolve as do soldiers going into battle this on the other hand could just be an observation as she may have been paid to write these pros, ,
    an observation penned that in a kaikaze style, even those that act cowardly know of it and may be cowardly because they truly do love life and do not want to leave, consider that so many give up their lives and make preparation for it in a personnal way, but if one was born where one did not know of death because there was no death and no one ever showed any one how to die theoretically how could one die because they would not have been shown or contemplate this subject it realism, which comes from realise and so forth and so forth, mushrooms and flowers earth and heaven every aspect of this planet is to do with perfection and not being able to attain it death has grooms and ushers

  • Harrison Gwendo (9/26/2006 4:07:00 AM)

    I LOVE THE POEM AND WISH TO RECEIVE MORE FROM HER

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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The Miseries Of Man

1 In that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd,
1 For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd;
2 Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting Crown,
3 Casts o'er the neighbouring Plains, a seeming Frown;
4 Close at its mossie Foot an aged Wood,
5 Compos'd of various Trees, there long has stood,
6 Whose thick united Tops scorn the Sun's Ray,
7 And hardly will admit the Eye of Day.
8 By oblique windings through this gloomy Shade,

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