Henry King

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

Henry King Poems

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

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