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Henry Howard, earl of Surrey
Henry Howard, Earl of SurreyHenry Howard, Earl of Surrey KG (1517 19 January 1547) was an English aristocrat, and one of the founders of English Renaissance poetry. He was born in Hunsdon, Hertfordshire, England, the eldest son of Thomas Howard, 3rd Duke of Norfolk, and his second wife, Lady Elizabeth Stafford (daughter of Edward Stafford, 3rd Duke of Buckingham), so he was descended from kings on both sides of his family tree. He was reared at Windsor with Henry VIII's illegitimate son Henry Fitzroy Duke of Richmond, and they became close friends and, later, brothers-in-law. He became earl of Surrey in 1524 when his grandfather died and his father became duke of Norfolk. In 1532 he accompanied his first cousin Anne Boleyn, the king, and the duke of Richmond to France, staying there for more than a year as a member of the entourage of Francis I of France. In 1536 his first son, Thomas (later 4th Duke of Norfolk), was born, Anne Boleyn was executed on false charges of treason, and Henry Fitzroy died at the age of 17 and was buried at one of the Howard homes, Thetford Abbey. That was also the year Henry who took after his father and grandfather in military prowess served with his father against the Pilgrimage of Grace rebellion protesting the dissolution of the monasteries. He was imprisoned with his father by Henry VIII, who, consumed by his own paranoia, was convinced that Henry Howard had planned to usurp the crown from his son Edward. He was executed for treason on 19 January 1547 (his father was only saved from execution by it being set for the day after Henry happened to die) his son Thomas became heir to the dukedom of Norfolk instead, inheriting it on the 3rd Duke's death in 1554. He is buried in a spectacular painted alabaster tomb at St Michael the Archangel, Framlingham.

the ages of man
Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were,
I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts appe... [read poem]
a man feared... (the black riders lvi)
A man feared that he might find an assassin;
Another that he might find a victim.
One was more wise than the other.

in the desert
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held ... [read poem]
there was a man who lived a life of fire (the black riders lxii)
There was a man who lived a life of fire.
Even upon the fabric of time,
Where purple becom... [read poem]
on the funeral of charles the first at night, in st. george's chapel, windsor
The castle clock had tolled midnight:
With mattock and with spade,
And silent, by the ... [read poem]
Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend,
Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still,... [read poem]
tell brave deeds of war
"Tell brave deeds of war."

Then they recounted tales, --
"There were stern stands... [read poem]
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