Henry King

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

Henry King Poems

41. To His Friends Of Christ-Church Upon The Mislike Of The Marriage Of The Arts Acted At Woodstock 4/20/2010
42. Sonnet. Tell Me You Stars That Our Affections Move 4/20/2010
43. Psalm Cxvii. 4/20/2010
44. Upon A Table-Book Presented To A Lady 4/20/2010
45. On The Earl Of Essex 4/20/2010
46. Sonnet. To Patience 4/20/2010
47. The Departure. An Elegy. 4/20/2010
48. My Midnight Meditation 4/20/2010
49. An Essay On Death And A Prison 4/20/2010
50. A Salutation Of His Majesties Ship The Soveraign 4/20/2010
51. A Penitential Hymne 4/20/2010
52. An Elegy Upon My Best Friend L. K. C. 4/20/2010
53. The Surrender 4/20/2010
54. An Elegy Occasioned By The Losse Of The Most Incomparable Lady Stanhope, Daughter To The Earl Of Northumberland 4/20/2010
55. An Elegy Upon The Most Incomparable K. Charles The First 4/20/2010
56. An Epitaph On His Most Honoured Friend Richard Earl Of Dorset 4/20/2010
57. By Occasion Of The Young Prince His Happy Birth 4/20/2010
58. An Elegy Upon The L. Bishop Of London John King 4/20/2010
59. An Elegy Upon The Death Of Mr. Edward Holt 4/20/2010
60. An Acknowledgment 4/20/2010
61. An Elegy Upon The Immature Loss Of The Most Vertuous Lady Anne Rich 4/20/2010
62. Madam Gabrina, Or The Ill-Favourd Choice 4/20/2010
63. Silence. A Sonnet 4/20/2010
64. Loves Harvest 4/20/2010
65. Athe Anniverse. An Elegy. 4/20/2010
66. Being Waked Out Of My Sleep By A Snuff Of Candle Which Offended Me, I Thus Thought 4/20/2010
67. Another Of The Same, Paraphrased For An Antheme 4/20/2010
68. An Elegy Upon Mrs. Kirk Unfortunately Drowned In Thames 4/20/2010
69. An Elegy Upon S. W. R. 4/20/2010
70. An Epitaph On Niobe Turned To Stone 4/20/2010
71. An Elegy Upon The Most Victorious King Of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus 4/20/2010
72. A Renunciation 1/1/2004
73. The Exequy 12/31/2002
74. Sic Vita 4/20/2010
75. A Contemplation Upon Flowers 1/1/2004

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A Contemplation Upon Flowers

BRAVE flowers--that I could gallant it like you,
And be as little vain!
You come abroad, and make a harmless show,
And to your beds of earth again.
You are not proud: you know your birth:
For your embroider'd garments are from earth.

You do obey your months and times, but I
Would have it ever Spring:
My fate would know no Winter, never die,
Nor think of such a thing.
O that I could my bed of earth but view
And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!

O teach me to see Death and not to fear,
But rather to take truce!
How ...

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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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