Poems by Thomas Kingo
To Each His Destiny
... Often a breast, though bejewelled, is complaining, ...
Weary Of The World, And With Heaven Most Dear
... Your crowns and your laurels proclaim what youre not, ...
Chrysillis
... Før schal brøste lifsens baand ...
Morning Song
... Be glad, my soul ! and sing amidst thy pleasure, ...
