James Shirley Death Poems

  • 1.
    This Garden does not take my eyes,
    Though here you show how art of men
    Can purchase Nature at a price
    Would stock old Paradise again.
    ...
  • 2.
    Victorious men of earth, no more
    Proclaim how wide your empires are;
    Though you bind in every shore
    And your triumphs reach as far
    ...
  • 3.
    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.
    ...
  • 4.
    The glories of our birth and state
    Are shadows, not substantial things;
    There is no armour against fate:
    Death lays his icy hands on kings;
    ...
  • 5.
    The glories of our blood and state
    Are shadows, not substantial things;
    There is no armor against fate;
    Death lays his icy hand on kings.
    ...
  • 6.
    Victorious men of earth, no more
    Proclaim how wide your empires are;
    Though you bind-in every shore
    And your triumphs reach as far
    ...
  • 7.
    I have not lived
    After the rate to fear another world.
    We come from nothing into life, a time
    We measure with a short breath, and that often
    ...
  • 8.
    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:
    ...
Total 8 Death Poems by James Shirley

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James Shirley Crash: After reading about the James Shirley Crash, one line comes to my mind - 'There is no armour against fate' and this is so true, absolutely love the way is true today hundreds of years after it was written.

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