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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The Fair Felon

In Love's name you are charged hereby
To make a speedy hue and cry,
After a face, who t'other day,
Came and stole my heart away;
For your directions in brief
These are best marks to know the thief:
Her hair a net of beams would prove,
Strong enough to capture Jove,
Playing the eagle; her clear brow

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