Pharsalia / Christopher Marlowe
| dc.contributor | Ule, Louis Rolling Hills |
| dc.contributor.author | Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593 |
| dc.contributor.author | Lucan, 39-65 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | Cambridge |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T14:51:10Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T14:51:10Z |
| dc.date.created | 1593 |
| dc.date.issued | 1992-03-12 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1626 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1626 |
| dc.description.abstract | [1593] |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 36 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Use of this resource is restricted in some manner. Usually this means that it is available for non-commercial use only with prior permission of the depositor and on condition that this header is included in its entirety with any copy distributed. |
| dc.rights.uri | https://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700 |
| dc.subject.other | Poems |
| dc.title | Pharsalia / Christopher Marlowe |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 36130 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1500-1599 |
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<Text id=MarPhar> <Author>Marlowe, Christopher</Author> <Title>Pharsalia; The First Book of Lucan Translated into English</Title> <Edition>The Complete Works of Christopher Marlowe. Fredson Bowers, ed. Cambridge: The University Press, 1973</Edition> <Date>1593</Date> <body> <loc><locdoc>MarPhar</locdoc> <div0> <l>Wars worse than civil on thessalian plains,</l> <l>And outrage strangling law and people strong,</l> <l>We sing, whose conquering swords their own breasts</l> <l>Launched,</l> <l>Armies allied, the kingdom's league uprooted,</l> <l>Th' affrighted world's force bent on public spoil,</l> <l>Trumpets, and drums like deadly threat'ning other,</l> <l>Eagles alike displayed, darts answering darts.</l> <l>Romans, what madness, what huge lust of war</l> <l>Hath made barbarians drunk with latin blood?</l> <l>Now babylon, (proud through our spoil) should stoop,</l> <l>While slaughtered crassus' ghost walks unrevenged.</l> <l>Will ye wage war, for which you shall not triumph?</l> <l>A . . .
