English Literature GRE Study Guide
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Time Periods
1. Middle Ages
2. 16th Century
3. Early 17th Century
4. Restoration
5. 18th C: Pope & Swift
6. 18th C: Enlightenment

7. Early Romantic

8. Middle Romantic
9. Late Romantic
10. Early British Victorian
11.Transcendentalism
12. Realism
13. British Modernism
14. American Modernism
15. British Postmodernism
16. Amer. Postmodernism

 

16th Century : Christopher Marlowe

"Christopher ("Kit") Marlowe (baptised February 26, 1564 – May 30, 1593) was an English dramatist, poet, and translator of the Elizabethan era. Perhaps the foremost Elizabethan tragedian before Shakespeare, he is known for his magnificent blank verse, his overreaching protagonists, and his own untimely death." (wikipedia) You need to know at least these two works by Marlowe: “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” and Doctor Faustus. You should be familiar with the story of Faust and the other writers who have written versions of this legend.

Marlowe Quotes
  • Come live with me and be my love,
    And we will all the pleasures prove
    That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
    Woods or steepy mountain yields.
    And we will sit upon the rocks,
    Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
    By shallow rivers to whose falls
    Melodious birds sing madrigals. (from "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love")

 

  • Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
    And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?--
    Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.--
    [Kisses her.]
    Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!--
    Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
    Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
    And all is dross that is not Helena.
    I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
    Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd;
    And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
    And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
    Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
    And then return to Helen for a kiss.
    O, thou art fairer than the evening air
    Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
    Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
    When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
    More lovely than the monarch of the sky
    In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;
    And none but thou shalt be my paramour! (Faustus)

     

   

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