The New Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseThe 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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Page 217
With temperate qualities and countenance fair , Still mildly smiling , sweetly debonair , Another cheers the world , and way doth make In twice six autumns through the zodiac . But hot and dry , with flaming locks and brows Enraged ...
With temperate qualities and countenance fair , Still mildly smiling , sweetly debonair , Another cheers the world , and way doth make In twice six autumns through the zodiac . But hot and dry , with flaming locks and brows Enraged ...
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Oh ! slack thy pace , and milder pass to love ; Be like the bee , whose wings she doth but use To bring home profit : master's good to prove , Laden and weary , yet again pursues . So lade thyself with honey of sweet joy , And do not me ...
Oh ! slack thy pace , and milder pass to love ; Be like the bee , whose wings she doth but use To bring home profit : master's good to prove , Laden and weary , yet again pursues . So lade thyself with honey of sweet joy , And do not me ...
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Self love , for none but for itself , doth care , And only for the present taketh pain ; But charity for others doth prepare , And joys in that which future time shall gain . If after ages may my labours bless , I care not , much , how ...
Self love , for none but for itself , doth care , And only for the present taketh pain ; But charity for others doth prepare , And joys in that which future time shall gain . If after ages may my labours bless , I care not , much , how ...
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Contents
Abbreviations | xxxvi |
BEN JONSON 15721637 | xxxvii |
Acknowledgements | xlv |
Copyright | |
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