James Shirley

(September 1596 – October 1666 / London, England)

James Shirley Poems

1. Death The Leveller 1/3/2003
2. Death's Subtle Ways 1/3/2003
3. The Glories Of Our Blood And State 1/1/2004
4. To The Painter Preparing To Draw M.M.H. 1/3/2003
5. Peace Restored 1/3/2003
6. The Garden 1/3/2003
7. Two Gentlemen That Broke Their Promise 1/3/2003
8. The Fair Felon 1/3/2003
9. Song Of Nuns 1/3/2003
10. To A Lady Upon A Looking-Glass Sent 1/3/2003
11. Sililoquy On Death 4/15/2010
12. The Last Conqueror 4/15/2010
13. A Hymn 1/4/2003
14. Cease, Warring Thoughts 1/3/2003
15. Death's Final Conquest 4/15/2010
16. On Her Dancing 4/15/2010
17. From Ajax Dirge 5/10/2012
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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 ...

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Peace Restored

You virgins, that did late despair
To keep your wealth from cruel men,
Tie up in silk your careless hair:
Soft peace is come again.

Now lovers' eyes may gently shoot
A flame that will not kill;
The drum was angry, but the lute
Shall whisper what you will.

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