Poems by James Shirley
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The Last Conqueror
... Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart ...
The Fair Felon
... These are best marks to know the thief: ...
Song Of Nuns
... Oh, be not careless then and play ...
Sililoquy On Death
... All, From the adored purple to the haircloth, ...
from Ajax: Dirge
... But their strong nerves at last must yield ...
Death The Leveller
... And plant fresh laurels where they kill: ...
To The Painter Preparing To Draw M.M.H.
... Beneath these, for her fair neck's sake, ...
A Hymn
... Poor pilgrims needs must lose their way, ...
Peace Restored
... Whilst we whole groves of laurel bring, ...
Two Gentlemen That Broke Their Promise
... I'll trust a small-beer promise, nay, a troth ...
Death's Subtle Ways
... Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart ...
Cease, Warring Thoughts
... And drop down from the trees with broken hearts ...
Death's Final Conquest
... But their strong nerves at last must yield ...
On Her Dancing
... Some might suppose me in a trance: ...
To A Lady Upon A Looking-Glass Sent
... And make them fair in soul as well as face ...
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