By Christopher Marlowe, Stephen Orgel
The crucial lyric works of the good Elizabethan playwright--newly revised and updated
even though most sensible recognized for his plays--and for dating chance as a gay, a secret agent, and an outspoken atheist--Christopher Marlowe was once additionally an entire and celebrated poet. This long-awaited up to date and revised variation of his poems and translations includes his entire lyric works--from his translations of Ovidian elegies to his most famed poem, "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love," to the notable epic mythological poem "Hero and Leander."
For greater than seventy years, Penguin has been the best writer of vintage literature within the English-speaking international. With greater than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents an international bookshelf of the easiest works all through heritage and throughout genres and disciplines. Readers belief the series to supply authoritative texts better by way of introductions and notes by means of exceptional students and modern authors, in addition to up-to-date translations by way of award-winning translators.
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