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. The Exequy 12/31/2002
73. A Renunciation 1/1/2004
74. Sic Vita 4/20/2010
75. A Contemplation Upon Flowers 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Henry King

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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An Acknowledgment

My best of friends! what needs a chain to tie
One by your merit bound a Votarie?
Think you I have some plot upon my peace,
I would this bondage change for a release?
Since 'twas my fate your prisoner to be,
Heav'n knows I nothing fear but libertie.
Yet you do well that study to prevent,
After so rich a stock of favour spent
On one so worthless, lest my memory

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