Henry King Quotes

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Sleep on (my Love!) in thy cold bed
Never to be disquieted.
My last Good-night! Thou wilt not wake
Till I thy fate shall overtake:
Till age, or grief, or sickness must
Marry my body to that dust.

Henry King

Stay for me there: I will not fail
To meet thee in that hollow vale.

Henry King

We that did nothing study but the way
To love each other, with which thoughts the day
Rose with delight to us, and with them set,
Must learn the hateful art, how to forget.

Henry King

Thou art the book,
The library whereon I look.

Henry King

The wind blows out; the bubble dies;
The spring entombed in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past; and man forgot.

Henry King

But hark! My pulse, like a soft drum
Beats my approach, tells thee I come.

Henry King

Then we shall rise
And view ourselves with clearer eyes
In that calm region where no night
Can hide us from each other's sight.

Henry King

Henry King

Henry King

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Born: January 16, 1592

Died: September 30, 1669 (aged 77)

Bio: Henry King was an English poet who served as Bishop of Chichester.

Known for:

Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing
The Gunfighter
The Song of Bernadette
Jesse James
Twelve O'Clock High

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