Poems by Henry King
AN ELEGY Upon the most Incomparable K. Charles the First
... 1648. CaroLVs stVart reX angLIæ seCVre CoesVs VIta CessIt trICessIMo IanVarII ...
The Surrender
... Fold back our arms, take home our fruitless loves, ...
To my dead friend Ben Johnson
... Whil'st some more lofty pens in their bright verse ...
SONNET. When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear
... If my scorcht heart wither through thy delay, ...
SONNET. The Double Rock
... Will petrify; And so within our double Quarryes Wombe, ...
The Exequy
... From thy griev'd friend, whom thou might'st see ...
On the Earl of Essex
... But Spight of their vast Priviledge, which strives ...
Upon a Table-Book presented to a Lady
... VVhen your fair hand receives this little book ...
An Essay on Death and a Prison
... For grief, sprung up with life, was mans half-brother ...
By occasion of the Young Prince his happy birth
... Like that bright Spark plac't neerest to Charles Wayn, ...
To my Sister Anne King, who chid me in verse for being angry
... Each vice of mine should meet with such a cure, ...
Silence. A Sonnet
... Which carries it, shall prove its tombe ...
AN ELEGY Upon Prince Henry's death.
... whose fall Will be less grievous though more generall: ...
AN ELEGY Upon my Best Friend L. K. C.
... Grow'n desp'rate through mischance, to Venture last ...
AN ELEGY Upon the immature loss of the most vertuous Lady Anne Rich
... Content (With what thy loss bequeaths us) to lament, ...
