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ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY:
some poems to be
included:
Saintsbury, Book VI.
I.
Shakespeare:
II.
Ben Jonson
Beaumont and Fletcher: “Roses, their
sharp spines being gone...” and others
Chapman
Marston
Dekker:
“Cold’s the wind and wet’s the rain”
“Fortune’s smiles, cry Holiday”
“Art thou poor yet hast thou golden
slumbers”
“Cast away care”
(mentioned)
(mentioned)
Middleton:
Webster:
(dramatic piece cited)
(dramatic piece cited)
Heywood:
Day:
Tourneur:
Rowley:
III.
x
Drayton:
(celebrated sonnet)
“Fair stood the wind for France
Daniel:
Lyrics in choruses of plays and in his masque
“Hymen’s Triumph”
“Hymen’s Triumph”
Sylvester:
Sir John Davies: (from
“Nosce te ipsum”)
Beaumont:
Campion: (many, none mentioned by
name)
Giles
Fletcher
(Extrait from a narrative from “Love is the blossom
where there blows”)
where there blows”)
Phineas
:
W.
Browne: “Steer hither,
steer...” (From “Inner
Temple Masque”)
Temple Masque”)
Geo.
Wither: “Shall I, wasting
in despair” ... (e talvez
mais)
mais)
Ben
Jonson
: (S.
mentions: “To Celia”, the epitaphs
“Not to know
vice” (epode), the “Charis” collection, “Oh, do not wanton with
those eyes”, the† in †stanza.
“Not to know
vice” (epode), the “Charis” collection, “Oh, do not wanton with
those eyes”, the† in †stanza.
John Downe
:
(name mentioned).
(name mentioned).
Lista datilografada, com acrescentos manuscritos.
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-
Nomes
- Ben Jonson
- Cyril Tourneur
- Day
- Francis Beaumont
- George Chapman
- George Wither
- Giles Fletcher
- John Davies
- John Downe
- John Heywood
- John Marston
- John Webster
- Josua Sylvester
- Michael Drayton
- Thomas Campion
- Thomas Dekker
- Thomas Middleton
- Thomas Rowley
- William Browne
- William Shakespeare
Títulos
- Art thou poor yet hast thou golden
slumbers
- Cast away care
- Cold’s the wind and wet’s the rain
- Fair stood the wind for France
- Fortune’s smiles, cry Holiday
- Hymen’s Triumph
- Inner Temple
Masque
- Love is the blossom where there blows
- Nosce te ipsum
- Not to know vice
- Oh, do not wanton with those
eyes
- Roses, their
sharp spines being gone...
- Shall I, wasting
in despair
- Steer hither,
steer...
- To Celia
- Ben Jonson