James Shirley

(September 1596 – October 1666 / London, England)

James Shirley Poems

1. From Ajax Dirge 5/10/2012
2. The Last Conqueror 4/15/2010
3. On Her Dancing 4/15/2010
4. Death's Final Conquest 4/15/2010
5. Cease, Warring Thoughts 1/3/2003
6. A Hymn 1/4/2003
7. Sililoquy On Death 4/15/2010
8. To A Lady Upon A Looking-Glass Sent 1/3/2003
9. Song Of Nuns 1/3/2003
10. The Fair Felon 1/3/2003
11. Two Gentlemen That Broke Their Promise 1/3/2003
12. The Garden 1/3/2003
13. Peace Restored 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
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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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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,

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