Blickling Hall - architect Robert Lyminge, Norfolk, England, U.K. (by PhilnCaz)
THE ring is going to be on public display!
Between September 2014 and March 2015, THE Elizabeth I ring with the miniature of Anne Boleyn inside it will be on public display at the National Portrait Gallery, London, England!
The chapel of St Peter ad Vincula, in the grounds of the Tower of London, is the official resting place of Anne Boleyn.
haha I don’t know really. I guess if you go on 8tracks and search Anne Boleyn there are quite a few mixes which will have some. The only song I can really think of is Before the Fall by Galt Aureus.
:D yay thank you!
Not yet, sorry. It’s on my ‘to read’ list so eventually I will get round to reading it.
I don’t think he really believed she was guilty of adultery. Only a few months later, he said that she had died for meddling too much in his affairs. But I think he convinced himself she was guilty, or allowed others to convince him. Henry’s personality is very complex and I don’t think it can be seen as a black and white issue. What he felt deep down was not always the dominant factor.
Did he know she was going to die all along? It depends what you mean by ‘all along’. At the start of her downfall, I don’t think he did. But for him to end his marriage with Anne, it quickly becomes apparent that he needed to kill her. He couldn’t just annul the marriage because then he would have to admit he was wrong and return to papal authority. And at this time, the only other likely option was if he divorced her for committing adultery. But if you commit adultery against the king, that’s treason, and traitors face execution. So with that logic, yes. Having said that, queens had committed adultery before and had never been executed, only locked away or exiled. So in that sense it was not necessarily obvious to an outsider that Anne would be executed. Did Henry know? I think from the moment she was imprisoned onwards, yes, he did. He ordered the executioner only a few days after she was imprisoned. The trial was only a formality. But I don’t think that it had been a possibility in his mind long before May - he definitely hadn’t been planning her execution for any great length of time.
In mourning wise since daily I increase,
thus should I cloak the cause of all my grief:
so pensive mind with tongue to hold his peace.
My reason sayeth there can be no relief;
wherefore, give ear, I humbly you require,
the affects to know that thus doth make me moan.
The cause is great of all my doleful cheer
for those that were and now be dead and gone.
What though to death desert be now their call
as by their faults it doth appear right plain.
Of force I must lament that such a fall
should light on those so wealthily did reign,
though some perchance will say, of cruel heart,
'A traitor's death why should we thus bemoan?'
But I, alas, set this offence apart,
must needs bewail the death of some be gone.
As for them all I do not thus lament
but as of right my reason doth me bind.
But as the most doth all their deaths repent,
even so do I by force of mourning mind.
Some say, ‘Rochford, hadst thou been not so proud,
for thy great wit each man would thee bemoan.’
Since as it is so, many cry aloud,
‘It is great loss that thou art dead and gone.’
Ah, Norris, Norris, my tears begin to run
to think what hap did thee so lead or guide,
whereby thou hast both thee and thine undone,
that so bewailed in court of every side.
In place also where thou hast never been
both man and child doth piteously thee moan.
They say, ‘Alas, thou art far overseen
by thine offences to be thus dead and gone.’
Ah, Weston, Weston, that pleasant was and young,
in active things who might with thee compare?
All words accept that thou didst speak with tongue,
so well esteemed with each where thou didst fare.
And we that now in court doth lead our life,
most part in mind doth thee lament and moan.
But that thy faults we daily hear so rife,
all we should weep that thou art dead and gone.
Brereton, farewell, as one that least I knew.
Great was thy love with diverse, as I hear,
but common voice doth not so sore thee rue
as twain that doth before appear.
But yet no doubt but thy friends thee lament
and other hear their piteous cry and moan.
So doth each heart for thee likewise relent
that thou giv’st cause thus to be dead and gone.
Ah, Mark, what moan should I for thee make more
since that thy death thou hast deserved best,
save only that mine eye is forced sore
with piteous plaint to moan thee with the rest?
A time thou hadst above thy poor degree,
the fall whereof thy friends may well bemoan.
A rotten twig upon so high a tree
hath slipped thy hold and thou art dead and gone.
And thus, farewell, each one in hearty wise.
The axe is home, your heads be in the street.
The trickling tears doth fall so from my eyes,
I scarce may write, my paper is so wet.
But what can help when death hath played his part
though nature’s course will thus lament and moan?
Leave sobs therefore, and every Christian heart
pray for the souls of those be dead and gone.