James Shirley Poems
|1.||From Ajax Dirge||5/10/2012|
|2.||The Last Conqueror||4/15/2010|
|3.||On Her Dancing||4/15/2010|
|5.||Death's Final Conquest||4/15/2010|
|6.||To A Lady Upon A Looking-Glass Sent||1/3/2003|
|7.||Cease, Warring Thoughts||1/3/2003|
|8.||Song Of Nuns||1/3/2003|
|9.||Sililoquy On Death||4/15/2010|
|10.||The Fair Felon||1/3/2003|
|11.||Two Gentlemen That Broke Their Promise||1/3/2003|
|14.||To The Painter Preparing To Draw M.M.H.||1/3/2003|
|15.||The Glories Of Our Blood And State||1/1/2004|
|16.||Death's Subtle Ways||1/3/2003|
|17.||Death The Leveller||1/3/2003|
Death The Leveller
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against Fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crookèd scythe and spade.
Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still:
Early or late
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath
When they, pale captives, creep to death.
The garlands wither on ...
Cease, Warring Thoughts
Cease, warring thoughts, and let his brain
No more discord entertain,
But be smooth and calm again.
Ye crystal rivers that are nigh,
As your streams are passing by,
Teach your murmurs harmony.
Ye winds that wait upon the spring,