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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344 His Litany , to the Holy Spirit In the hour of my distress , When temptations me oppress , And when I my sins confess , Sweet Spirit comfort me ! When I lie within my bed , Sick in heart , and sick in head , And with doubts ...
344 His Litany , to the Holy Spirit In the hour of my distress , When temptations me oppress , And when I my sins confess , Sweet Spirit comfort me ! When I lie within my bed , Sick in heart , and sick in head , And with doubts ...
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389 Virtue Sweet day , so cool , so calm , so bright , The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall tonight ; For thou must die . Sweet rose , whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ...
389 Virtue Sweet day , so cool , so calm , so bright , The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall tonight ; For thou must die . Sweet rose , whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ...
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Such men as sideling ride the ambling Muse , Suppose he had been tabled at thy teats , Sure , it was so . Man in those early days Sure , Lord , there is enough in thee to dry Sweet beguilings , Sweet Benedict , whilst thou art young ...
Such men as sideling ride the ambling Muse , Suppose he had been tabled at thy teats , Sure , it was so . Man in those early days Sure , Lord , there is enough in thee to dry Sweet beguilings , Sweet Benedict , whilst thou art young ...
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Contents
Abbreviations | xxxvi |
BEN JONSON 15721637 | xxxvii |
Acknowledgements | xlv |
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