The Dramatic Works and Poems of James Shirley,: Honoria and Mammon. Chabot, Admiral of France. The acardia. The triumph of peace. A contention for honour and riches. The triumph of beauty. Cupid and death. The contention of Ajax and Ulysses, &c. Poems

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John Murray, Albemarle Street., 1833
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Page 395 - 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 your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Page 395 - 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 crooked scythe and spade.
Page 425 - He was a person of a pleasant and facetious wit, and made many poems, (especially in the amorous way,) which, for the sharpness of the fancy, and the elegancy of the language in which that fancy was spread, were at least equal, if not superior, to any of that time...
Page 161 - But not the sun with all her amorous smiles, The dews of morning, or the tears of night, Can root her fibres in the earth again ; Or make her bosom kind, to growth and bearing : But the tree withers...
Page 353 - Victorious men of earth, no more Proclaim how wide your empires are ; Though you bind in every shore, And your triumphs reach as far As night or day, Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey, And mingle with forgotten ashes when Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. Devouring Famine, Plague, and War, Each able to undo mankind, Death's servile emissaries are...
Page 91 - You cannot well judge what the main form is ; So men, that view him but in vulgar passes, Casting but lateral, or partial glances , At what he is, suppose him weak, unjust, Bloody, and monstrous ; but stand free and fast, And judge him by no more than what you know Ingenuously, and by the right laid line Of truth, he truly will all styles deserve Of wise, just, good : a man, both soul and nerve.
Page 282 - The Revels being passed, the scene is changed into a plain champaign country, which terminates with the horizon, and above a darkish sky, with dusky clouds, through which appeared the new moon, but with a faint light by the approach of the morning; from the furthest part of this ground, arose by little and little a great vapour, which being come about...
Page 457 - Now fie on foolish love, it not befits Or man or woman know it. Love was not meant for people in their wits, And they that fondly show it, Betray the straw and feathers in their brain, And shall have Bedlam for their pain : If single love be such a curse, To marry is to make it ten times worse.
Page 92 - And the Almighty Wisdom having given Each man within himself an apter light To guide his acts than any light without him, (Creating nothing, not in all things equal,) It seems a fault in any that depend On others' knowledge, and exile their own.
Page 279 - And lost it in the ashes of the world, We prophesy, you shall be read and seen, In every branch, a king or queen. The song ended, and the Musicians returned, the Masquers dance their main dance ; after which they again retire to the scene ; at which they no sooner arrive, but there is heard a great noise, and confusion of voices within, some crying, "We will come in...

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