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Born in January 24, 1886 / Died in June 29, 1982 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Henry King

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Upon a Braid of Hair in a Heart sent by Mrs. E. H.

... Whil'st we shall live, know, this chain'd Heart ...

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The Forlorn Hope

... Farewell thou dream of nothing! thou meer voice! ...

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Tell Me No More How Fair She Is

... Which crowns my heart when ere it dyes, &emsp ...

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SONNET. Tell me you stars that our affections move

... Or make me ice, and with her chrystall chaines ...

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A Contemplation upon Flowers

... You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my breath ...

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The Legacy

... So by those precious drops rain'd from thine eies, ...

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On two Children dying of one Disease, and buried in one Grave

... Heav'n hath decreed you ne're shall cost me more, ...

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PARADOX. That Fruition destroyes Love

... When he did more then look, that made th' offence, ...

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Being waked out of my sleep by a snuff of Candle which offended me, I thus thought

... Nor is it strange, when we in charnells dwell, ...

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The Retreat

... or reach The leading billow first ran down the breach ...

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AThe Anniverse. AN ELEGY.

... Sprung out of my lone thoughts, which know no path ...

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AN ELEGY Upon S. W. R.

... (Which thou could'st spare them) to eclipse thy praise ...

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The Dirge

... Whose spring and fall faint seasons keep, ...

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A Penitential Hymne

... And Crimson there turn white, though washt with blood ...

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St. Valentines day

... Henceforth I need not make the dust my Shrine, ...