The New Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseAlastair Fowler 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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... doth belong ; As beauteous bowers where true worth should repose , And where his dwelling should be built most strong . But when they are bestowed upon her foes , Poor virtue's friends endure the greatest wrong ; For they must suffer ...
... doth belong ; As beauteous bowers where true worth should repose , And where his dwelling should be built most strong . But when they are bestowed upon her foes , Poor virtue's friends endure the greatest wrong ; For they must suffer ...
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... doth make In twice six autumns through the zodiac . But hot and dry , with flaming locks and brows Enraged , this in his red pavilion glows . Together running with like speed , if space , Two equally in hands achieve their race ; With ...
... doth make In twice six autumns through the zodiac . But hot and dry , with flaming locks and brows Enraged , this in his red pavilion glows . Together running with like speed , if space , Two equally in hands achieve their race ; With ...
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... 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 the hive of love destroy . Sonnet XLVIII How like a fire doth love increase in me ...
... 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 the hive of love destroy . Sonnet XLVIII How like a fire doth love increase in me ...
Contents
Introduction | xxxvii |
Acknowledgements | xlv |
ANNE HOWARD? 15571630 | 10 |
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