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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When thou hast done , thou hast not done , For I have more . Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin ? and made my sin their door ? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two , but wallowed in , a score ...
When thou hast done , thou hast not done , For I have more . Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin ? and made my sin their door ? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two , but wallowed in , a score ...
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( 1648 ) 345 10 A Thanksgiving to God , for His House LORD , thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell ; And little house , whose humble roof Is weather - proof ; Under the spars of which I lie Both soft and dry ; Where thou my chamber ...
( 1648 ) 345 10 A Thanksgiving to God , for His House LORD , thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell ; And little house , whose humble roof Is weather - proof ; Under the spars of which I lie Both soft and dry ; Where thou my chamber ...
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But , ah , my God ! what fruit hast thou of this ? What one poor leaf did ever I yet fall To wait upon thy wreath ? Thus thou all day a thankless weed dost dress , And when th ' hast done , a stench or fog is all The odour I bequeath .
But , ah , my God ! what fruit hast thou of this ? What one poor leaf did ever I yet fall To wait upon thy wreath ? Thus thou all day a thankless weed dost dress , And when th ' hast done , a stench or fog is all The odour I bequeath .
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Contents
Abbreviations | xxxvi |
BEN JONSON 15721637 | xxxvii |
Acknowledgements | xlv |
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