Henry King

(16 January 1592 – 30 September 1669 / Worminghall, Buckinghamshire)

Henry King Poems

1. The Change 4/20/2010
2. To My Honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys 4/20/2010
3. The Forlorn Hope 4/20/2010
4. Sonnet. Vvere Thy Heart Soft As Thou Art Faire 4/20/2010
5. To The Same Lady Upon Mr. Burtons Melancholy 4/20/2010
6. St. Valentines Day 4/20/2010
7. The Acquittance 4/20/2010
8. Sonnet. Go Thou That Vainly Do'st Mine Eyes Invite 4/20/2010
9. On Two Children Dying Of One Disease, And Buried In One Grave 4/20/2010
10. Psalm I. 4/20/2010
11. Upon The Kings Happy Return From Scotland 4/20/2010
12. To His Unconstant Friend 4/20/2010
13. To A Friend Upon Overbury's Wife Given To Her 4/20/2010
14. The Legacy 4/20/2010
15. To The Queen At Oxford 4/20/2010
16. The Forfeiture 4/20/2010
17. To A Lady Who Sent Me A Copy Of Verses At My Going To Bed 4/20/2010
18. Sonnet. I Prethee Turn That Face Away 4/20/2010
19. Sonnet. When I Entreat, Either Thou Wilt Not Hear 4/20/2010
20. Sonnet. The Double Rock 4/20/2010
21. Paradox. That Fruition Destroyes Love 4/20/2010
22. Sonnet. Dry Those Fair, Those Chrystal Eyes 4/20/2010
23. The Pink 4/20/2010
24. The Retreat 4/20/2010
25. The Short Wooing 4/20/2010
26. The Vow-Breaker 4/20/2010
27. To One Demanding Why Wine Sparkles 4/20/2010
28. The Labyrinth 4/20/2010
29. To My Sister Anne King, Who Chid Me In Verse For Being Angry 4/20/2010
30. The Dirge 4/20/2010
31. The Farewell 4/20/2010
32. The Defence 4/20/2010
33. The Boyes Answer To The Blackmoor 4/20/2010
34. Tell Me No More How Fair She Is 4/20/2010
35. Upon The Death Of My Ever Desired Friend Doctor Donne Dean Of Pauls 4/20/2010
36. To A. R. Vpon The Same 4/20/2010
37. Paradox. That It Is Best For A Young Maid To Marry An Old Man 4/20/2010
38. To My Dead Friend Ben Johnson 4/20/2010
39. Upon A Braid Of Hair In A Heart Sent By Mrs. E. H. 4/20/2010
40. To His Friends Of Christ-Church Upon The Mislike Of The Marriage Of The Arts Acted At Woodstock 4/20/2010

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Best Poem of Henry King

A Renunciation

WE, that did nothing study but the way
To love each other, with which thoughts the day
Rose with delight to us and with them set,
Must learn the hateful art, how to forget.
We, that did nothing wish that Heaven could give
Beyond ourselves, nor did desire to live
Beyond that wish, all these now cancel must,
As if not writ in faith, but words and dust.
Yet witness those clear vows which lovers make,
Witness the chaste desires that never brake
Into unruly heats; witness that breast
Which in thy bosom anchor'd his whole rest--
'Tis no default in us: I dare ...

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A Penitential Hymne

Hearken O God unto a Wretches cryes
Who low dejected at thy footstool lies.
Let not the clamour of my heinous sin
Drown my requests, which strive to enter in
At those bright gates, which alwaies open stand
To such as beg remission at thy hand.
Too well I know, if thou in rigour deal
I can nor pardon ask, nor yet appeal:
To my hoarse voice, heaven will no audience grant,

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