Henry, Man Of Sorrows Poem by John F. McCullagh

Henry, Man Of Sorrows



"My crown is hollow without a son. My kingdom cannot brook delay.
My Lady Anne would be my wife, but never will my mistress be.
The papal legate will not rule to let me put my Queen away.
Wolsey wants to be a Prince but Rome is very far away.
I can't depend upon the Cardinal to accomplish what I pray..
I need a quick and legal way to disavow my Spanish Queen,
Then wed and bed my Lady Anne and sire sons of lordly mien.
I am convinced by Holy Writ that marriage to Catherine was a sin.
My gentleman of the Privy chamber; Please show Thomas Cromwell in."

Friday, December 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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Henry VIII mulls over his 'Great Matter' and a woman with dark eyes
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