Anne Killigrew

(1660- 16 June 1685 / London)

Anne Killigrew Poems

1. First Epigram: Upon Being Contented With A Little 12/31/2002
2. Alexandreis 1/1/2004
3. A Pastoral Dialogue - Ii 4/21/2010
4. An Epitaph On Her Self. 4/21/2010
5. Cloris Charmes 4/21/2010
6. On A Young Lady 4/21/2010
7. Upon A Little Lady 4/21/2010
8. A Pastoral Dialogue 4/21/2010
9. A Pastoral Dialogue - I 4/21/2010
10. To My Lord Colrane 4/21/2010
11. To My Lady Berkeley 4/21/2010
12. Herodias' Daughter Presenting To Her Mother St. John's Head In A Charger, Also Painted By Her Self 4/21/2010
13. On The Soft And Gentle Motions Of Eudora 4/21/2010
14. The Fourth Epigram 4/21/2010
15. The Second Epigram 4/21/2010
16. The Third Epigram 4/21/2010
17. On A Picture Painted By Her Self, Representing Two Nimphs Of Diana's, One In A Posture To Hunt, The Other Batheing 4/21/2010
18. On The Birth-Day Of Queen Katherine 4/21/2010
19. On My Aunt Mrs. A. K. 4/21/2010
20. On The Dutchess Of Grafton 4/21/2010
21. Extemporary Counsel Given To A Young Gallant In A Frolick. 4/21/2010
22. Love, The Soul Of Poetry 1/1/2004
23. The Complaint Of A Lover 1/1/2004
24. A Farewel To Worldly Joys 1/1/2004
25. The Miseries Of Man 12/31/2002
26. To The Queen 4/21/2010
27. St. John Baptist Painted By Her Self In The Wilderness, With Angels Appearing To Him, And With A Lamb By Him. 4/21/2010
28. Upon The Saying That My Verses Were Made By Another 4/21/2010
29. An Invective Against Gold 1/1/2004
30. The Discontent 12/31/2002
31. An Ode 4/21/2010
32. Penelope To Ulysses. 4/21/2010
33. On Death 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Anne Killigrew

On Death

Tell me thou safest End of all our Woe,
Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so:
Thou gentle drier o'th' afflicteds Tears,
Thou noble ender of the Cowards Fears;
Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad dispaire,
Thou Calm t'Ambitions rough Tempestuous Care.
If in regard of Bliss thou wert a Curse,
And then the Joys of Paradise art worse;
Yet after Man from his first Station fell,
And God from Eden Adam did expel,
Thou wert no more an Evil, but Relief;
The Balm and Cure to ev'ry Humane Grief:
Through thee (what Man had forfeited before)
He now enjoys, and ne'r ...

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I Sing the Man that never Equal knew,
Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue,
Whose Conquests through the spacious World do ring,
That City-Raser, King-destroying King,
Who o're the Warlike Macedons did Reign,
And worthily the Name of Great did gain.
This is the Prince (if Fame you will believe,
To ancient Story any credit give.)
Who when the Globe of Earth he had subdu'd,

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