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1°. Barón de Hunsdon. Fue hijo de María Bolena, la hermana de Ana Bolena y también la amante del Rey Enrique VIII de Inglaterra. Los historiadores dudan en cuanto a si él era el hijo biológico de Enrique VIII, o del esposo de Bolena, William Carey, caballero de la Cámara Privada y Abogado de la Administración del Rey Enrique VIII.
His son later claimed that Henry Carey was the author of “God Save the King,” which became the British national anthem, but the claim was never proved. Until a 1930 edition of his poetry was published, Carey was reputed to be the illegitimate son of George Savile, 1st marquess of Halifax; it is now suggested that he was Savile’s illegitimate grandson.
1687–1743. Nothing is known definitely of poet, playwright, and musician Henry Carey’s origins. He was born before the end of 1689, perhaps as early as 1687, probably in Yorkshire. The date is deduced from his probable age at later stages in his life; his birthplace from locales, turns of phrase, and similar evidence of Yorkshire in his ...
Catherine Carey, en español Catalina Carey, después de su matrimonio conocida como Catalina Knollys ( Londres, c. 1522 — Londres, 15 de enero de 1569). También era conocida como Lady Knollys, fue Dama de compañía de las reinas Ana de Cleves y Catalina Howard. Se casó con Francis Knollys, caballero de la Orden de la Jarretera, con quien ...
When Lord Henry Carey was born on 4 March 1526, in Hengrave, Suffolk, England, his father, Sir William Carey, was 37 and his mother, Lady Mary Boleyn, was 27. He married Anne Morgan on 21 May 1545. They were the parents of at least 10 sons and 3 daughters. He registered for military service in 1569.
Henry Carey (c. 26 August 1687 – 5 October 1743) was an English poet, dramatist and songwriter. He is remembered as an anti-Walpolean satirist and also as a patriot. Several of his melodies continue to be sung today, and he was widely praised in the generation after his death. Because he worked in anonymity, selling his own compositions to ...
And she lives in our Alley. When Christmas comes about again, O then I shall have Money; I’ll hoard it up, and Box and all. I’ll give it to my Honey: And, would it were ten thousand Pounds; I’d give it all to SALLY; She is the Darling of my Heart, And she lives in our Alley.
