Henry Howard

[Earl of Surrey] (1517 – 19 January 1547 / Norfolk)

Henry Howard Poems

1. Love That Doth Reign And Live 1/3/2003
2. Alas! So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace 1/3/2003
3. A Praise Of His Love 1/3/2003
4. The Soote Season 1/3/2003
5. London, Hast Thou Accursed Me 1/3/2003
6. So Cruel Prison 1/3/2003
7. Lady Surrey's Lament For Her Absent Lord 1/3/2003
8. A Satire Against The Citizens Of London 1/1/2004
9. From Tuscan Came My Lady's Worthy Race 1/3/2003
10. The Things That Cause A Quiet Life 1/3/2003
11. The Ages Of Man 1/3/2003
12. The Golden Gift That Nature Did Thee Give 1/3/2003
13. Brittle Beauty 4/19/2010
14. Set Me Whereas The Sun Doth Parch The Green 1/3/2003
15. The Frailty And Hurtfulness Of Beauty 1/3/2003
16. Complaint Of The Absence Of Her Lover Being Upon The Sea 4/19/2010
17. A Vow To Love Faithfully, Howsoever He Be Rewarded 4/27/2012
18. Of The Death Of Sir T.W. The Elder 1/3/2003
19. Certain Books Of Virgil's Aeneis: Book Ii 4/19/2010
20. Harpalus. An Ancient English Pastoral 4/19/2010
21. I Never Saw Youe, Madam, Laye Aparte 4/19/2010
22. In Cypres Springes, Wheras Dame Venus Dwelt 4/19/2010
23. Geue Place Ye Louers, Here Before 4/19/2010
24. An Answer In The Behalf Of A Woman. 4/27/2012
25. Complaint Of A Dying Lover 4/27/2012
26. A Song Written By The Earl Of Surrey 4/27/2012
27. A Careless Man Scorning And Describing The Subtle Usage Of Women Toward Their Lovers 4/27/2012
28. An Epitaph On Clere, Surrey's Faithful Friend And Follower 4/27/2012
29. The Sun Hath Twice 4/19/2010
30. How No Age Is Content 4/27/2012
31. Description Of The Restless State Of A Lover. 4/27/2012
32. Of Thy Life, Thomas, This Compass Well Mark 4/19/2010
33. The Fansy, Which That I Haue Serued Long 4/19/2010
34. The Means To Attain A Happy Life. 4/27/2012
35. Suche Waiwarde Waies Hath Love That Moste Parte In Discorde 4/19/2010
36. Of Sardanapalus's Dishonorable Life And Miserable Death. 4/27/2012
37. The Burial Of The Dane 4/27/2012
38. The Lover Excuseth Himself Of Suspected Change. 4/27/2012
39. Too Dearly Had I Bought 4/19/2010
40. To His Mistress 4/27/2012
Best Poem of Henry Howard

Love That Doth Reign And Live

Love that doth reign and live within my thought
And built his seat within my captive breast,
Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest.
But she that taught me love and suffer pain,
My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire
With shamefast look to shadow and refrain,
Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire.
And coward Love then to the heart apace
Taketh his flight, where he doth lurk and plain
His purpose lost, and dare not show his face.
For my lord's guilt thus faultless bide I pain;
Yet from my lord shall not my ...

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So Cruel Prison

So cruel prison how could betide, alas,
As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy
With a king's son my childish years did pass
In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy;
Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour:
The large green courts, where we were wont to hove,
With eyes cast up unto the maidens' tower,
And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love;
The stately salles, the ladies bright of hue,

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