The New Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseAlastair Fowler, Regius Professor Emeritus of Rhetoric and English Literature Alastair Fowler Oxford University Press, 1991 - 831 páginas The seventeenth century saw some of the great achievements in the English language. Milton wrote Paradise Lost, Donne composed his Metaphysical verse, and Shakespeare his late Romances, not to mention the work of Dryden, Marvell, Jonson, and many others. Now, this remarkable quantity of extraordinary literature has been brought together here in one large volume. Like the previous edition, all of the best known works are present, but this new edition also responds to considerable changes in scholarship and perspective in recent years. Popular and minor poets take a place alongside their more well known peers. Alastair Fowler, the collection's distinguished editor, has included a generous portion of poetry by women, as well as a sampling of American colonial verse, while also striking a balance between Metaphysical and Jonsonian poetry. |
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407 Aaron Holiness on the head , Light and perfections on the breast , Harmonious bells below , raising the dead To lead them unto life and rest : Thus are true Aarons drest . Profaneness in my head , Defects and darkness in my breast ...
407 Aaron Holiness on the head , Light and perfections on the breast , Harmonious bells below , raising the dead To lead them unto life and rest : Thus are true Aarons drest . Profaneness in my head , Defects and darkness in my breast ...
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( 1673 ) 488 ( Viola's Song ] Wake all the dead ! What ho ! What ho ! How soundly they sleep whose pillows lie low ! They mind not poor lovers who walk above On the decks of the world in storms of love . No whisper now nor glance can ...
( 1673 ) 488 ( Viola's Song ] Wake all the dead ! What ho ! What ho ! How soundly they sleep whose pillows lie low ! They mind not poor lovers who walk above On the decks of the world in storms of love . No whisper now nor glance can ...
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No suppliant breath Wake all the dead ! What ho ! What ho ! Wake , O my soul ; awake , and raise We are complete , and fate hath now We are Diana's virgin train , We find in the East Indies stars there be We loved as friends now twenty ...
No suppliant breath Wake all the dead ! What ho ! What ho ! Wake , O my soul ; awake , and raise We are complete , and fate hath now We are Diana's virgin train , We find in the East Indies stars there be We loved as friends now twenty ...
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Abbreviations | xxxvi |
BEN JONSON 15721637 | xxxvii |
Acknowledgements | xlv |
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