Poems of John Webster
|2.||A Land Dirge||1/3/2003|
|3.||A Monumental Column||1/3/2003|
|5.||Hark, now everything is still||5/31/2012|
|7.||Qualis vita, finis ita||5/31/2012|
|8.||The Madman's Song||4/20/2010|
|9.||The Shrouding of the Duchess of Malfi||1/3/2003|
Hark, now everything is still;
The screech-owl and the whistler shrill
Call upon our dame aloud,
And bid her quickly don her shroud;
Much you had of land and rent,
Your length in clay's now competent.
A long war disturbed your mind;
Here your perfect peace is signed.
Of what is't fools make such vain keeping?