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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Who envies none that chance doth raise ; Nor vice hath ever understood , How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good . Who hath his life from rumours freed , Whose conscience is his strong retreat ...
Who envies none that chance doth raise ; Nor vice hath ever understood , How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good . Who hath his life from rumours freed , Whose conscience is his strong retreat ...
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If it be so , then , Fairford , boast Thy church hath kept what all have lost , And is preserved from the bane Of either war or Puritan , Whose life is coloured in thy paint : The inside dross , the outside saint .
If it be so , then , Fairford , boast Thy church hath kept what all have lost , And is preserved from the bane Of either war or Puritan , Whose life is coloured in thy paint : The inside dross , the outside saint .
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10 Though still thou getst , yet is thy want not spent , But as thy wealth , so grows thy wealthy itch ; But with my little I have much content , Content hath all , and who hath all is rich . Then this in reason thou must needs confess ...
10 Though still thou getst , yet is thy want not spent , But as thy wealth , so grows thy wealthy itch ; But with my little I have much content , Content hath all , and who hath all is rich . Then this in reason thou must needs confess ...
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Contents
Abbreviations | xxxvi |
BEN JONSON 15721637 | xxxvii |
Acknowledgements | xlv |
Copyright | |
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