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Literary September 10, 1835

Virginia Free Press

Charles Town, Jefferson County, West Virginia

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James Shirley's 17th-century poem 'Death's Final Conquest' contemplates the universality of death, which reduces kings to the level of peasants and renders worldly glories transient, while virtuous deeds alone persist beyond the grave. Born 1596, died 1666.

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DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST.
BY JAMES SHIRLEY.

The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hands on kings:
Sceptre and crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked 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 your brow;
Then boast no more your mighty deeds;
Upon death's purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds:
All heads must come
To the cold tomb:
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.

Born 1596.
Died 1666.

What sub-type of article is it?

Poem Elegy

What themes does it cover?

Death Mortality Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Death Conquest Mortality Kings Equality Just Actions Icy Hand Fate

What entities or persons were involved?

By James Shirley.

Literary Details

Title

Death's Final Conquest.

Author

By James Shirley.

Subject

Meditation On Death's Conquest Over All

Key Lines

Sceptre And Crown Must Tumble Down, And In The Dust Be Equal Made With The Poor Crooked Scythe And Spade. Early Or Late They Stoop To Fate, And Must Give Up Their Murmuring Breath When They, Pale Captives, Creep To Death. All Heads Must Come To The Cold Tomb: Only The Actions Of The Just Smell Sweet, And Blossom In Their Dust.

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