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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... tree's doom be mine . ( 1648 ) Occasioned by Seeing a Walk of Bay Trees No thunder blasts Jove's plant , nor can Misfortune warp an honest man ; Shaken he may be , by some one Or other gust , unleaved by none : Though tribulation's ...
... tree's doom be mine . ( 1648 ) Occasioned by Seeing a Walk of Bay Trees No thunder blasts Jove's plant , nor can Misfortune warp an honest man ; Shaken he may be , by some one Or other gust , unleaved by none : Though tribulation's ...
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... tree , Whose short and narrow vergèd shade Does prudently their toils upbraid , While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose . Fair quiet , have I found thee here , And innocence thy sister dear ! Mistaken ...
... tree , Whose short and narrow vergèd shade Does prudently their toils upbraid , While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose . Fair quiet , have I found thee here , And innocence thy sister dear ! Mistaken ...
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... trees ! wheres'e'er your barks I wound , No name shall but your own be found . When we have run our passion's heat , Love hither makes his best retreat . The gods , that mortal beauty chase , Still in a tree did end their race . Apollo ...
... trees ! wheres'e'er your barks I wound , No name shall but your own be found . When we have run our passion's heat , Love hither makes his best retreat . The gods , that mortal beauty chase , Still in a tree did end their race . Apollo ...
Contents
Introduction | xxxvii |
Acknowledgements | xlv |
ANNE HOWARD? 15571630 | 10 |
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