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ELIZABETHAN AND PURITAN PERIODS

DRAMATIC NARRATIVE AND LYRIC

During the sixteenth century English life experienced a tremendous expansion. After the long and exhausting Wars of the Roses and the religious struggles of the Reformation, the return of peace and the triumph of Protestantism under Elizabeth stimulated patriotism and opened the way for important cultural influences from without. The Elizabethan age was characterized by a thirst for knowledge of the Greek and Latin Classics, an appetite for adventure and discovery, a love of beauty, and a longing for unlimited self-expression. The desire to make Classical culture prevail is called Humanism; the general broadening of interest, the Renaissance. These aspects of life and thought are mirrored with fidelity in literature. The drama, the chief glory of Elizabethan literature, reflects both in form and in subject-matter the tendencies of the age. The new joy of living finds expression in a host of lyric poems scattered through the anthologies, plays, and prose romances that have survived, the remains doubtless of a larger number. Though preserving traces of the older native tradition, English lyric poetry of the Renaissance owes much to the love poetry of France and Italy, which had already taken up and elaborated the Classical conventions. Narrative verse, notably Spenser's Faerie Queene, also shows a blending of native elements with material derived from French, Italian, or directly from Classical sources. The English Renaissance was essentially a poetic age. In fact, much of the prose of Lyly, Sidney, and others is fundamentally poetic. Prose deals with more varied themes than formerly, and the style becomes less awkward as the English language increases in polish and flexibility. Elizabethan prose represents the highest development of the older tradition and is enriched by foreign devices in style, such as Euphuism, and in form, such as pastoralism.

Even during the Renaissance the strongly moral tone of the English character at times reacted against the unrestrained love of beauty in all its forms which marked the period, and although the rich and varied humanity of English life did not wholly disappear after the death of Elizabeth, the dominant note became more and more the serious and severe dignity of the Puritan, until the return of Charles II in 1660 inaugurated a new era. After 1600 the drama decays, and in 1642 the theaters are closed by act of Parliament. Lyric poetry falls more and more definitely into two groups religious, composed under the influence of the spirited controversies between the Anglicans and the Puritans; and profane, carrying on, often with artificial elaboration, the themes of the preceding generation. Narrative poetry consists generally of long and usually uninspired romances or epics insignificant predecessors of Milton's Paradise Lost. Prose abandons the worldly subjects popular during the reign of Elizabeth, and deals generally with various aspects of the Christian religion. In the hands of such writers as Sir Thomas Browne the form is more significant than the content, the style attaining a magnificence scarcely to be equalled elsewhere in English prose. Out of the prose of the Puritan age develop, especially in the side-current of journalism, the beginnings of modern prose, which were to take definite form during the Restoration.

RENAISSANCE

POETRY

Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542)

SONNETS

THE LOVER FOR SHAMEFASTNESS HIDETH HIS DESIRE WITHIN HIS FAITHFUL HEART

THE longè love, that in my thought I harbor, And in my heart doth keep his residence, Into my face presseth with bold pretence, And there campeth, displaying his banner. She that me learns to love, and to suffer, 5 And wills that my trust, and lust's negligence Be reined by reason, shame, and reverence, With his hardiness takes displeasure. Wherewith love to the heart's forest he · fleeth,

Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry, 10 And there him hideth and not appeareth. What may I do, when my master feareth, But in the field with him to live and die? For good is the life, ending faithfully.

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THE LOVER UNHAPPY BIDDETH HAPPY LOVERS REJOICE IN MAY, WHILE HE WAILETH THAT MONTH TO HIM MOST UNLUCKY

YE that in love find luck and sweet abundance,

And live in lust of joyful jollity,
Arise, for shame, do way your sluggardy:
Arise, I say, do May some observance.
Let me in bed lie, dreaming of mischance;
Let me remember my mishaps unhappy,
That me betide in May most commonly;
As one whom love list little to advance.
Stephan said true, that my nativity
Mischanced was with the ruler of May.
He guessed, I prove, of that the verity.
In May my wealth, and eke my wits, I say,
Have stood so oft in such perplexity:
Joy, let me dream of your felicity.

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THE LOVER COMPARETH HIS STATE TO A SHIP IN PERILOUS STORM TOSSED ON THE SEA

Mr galley charged with forgetfulness, Through sharpè seas, in winter nights doth

pass,

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THE LOVER LAMENTS THE DEATH
OF HIS LOVE

THE pillar perisht is whereto I leant,
The strongest stay of mine unquiet mind;
The like of it no man again can find,
From east to west still seeking though he
went.

To mine unhap, for hap away hath rent 5
Of all my joy the very bark and rind,
And I, alas, by chance am thus assigned
Daily to mourn, till death do it relent.
But since that thus it is by destiny,
What can I more but have a woful heart, 10
My pen in plaint, my voice in careful cry,
My mind in woe, my body full of smart,
And I myself, myself always to hate,
Till dreadful death do ease my doleful state?
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