The Arts of Empire: The Poetics of Colonialism from Raleigh to Milton

University of Delaware Press, 1998 - 275 páginas
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Focusing on Ireland and the New World -- the two central colonial projects of Elizabethan and Stuart England -- this book explores the emergings of a colonialist consciousness in the writing and political workings of the English Renaissance. The literary production of the period engaged England's settlement of colonies in the New World and its colonial designs in Ireland by offering multiple perspectives in constant collision and negotiation.

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Página 67 - And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, The Element of fire is quite put out; The Sun is lost, and th' earth, and no mans wit Can well direct him where to looke for it. And freely men confesse that this world's spent, When in the Planets, and the Firmament They seeke so many new; they see that this Is crumbled out againe to his Atomies.
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Página 230 - Thou sawest till that a stone was cut out without hands, which smote the image upon his feet that were of iron and clay, and brake them to pieces. Then was the iron, the clay, the brass, the silver, and the gold, broken to pieces together, and became like the chaff of the summer threshing-floors ; and the wind carried them away, that no place was found for them: and the stone that smote the image became a great mountain, and filled the whole earth.
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