George Chapman

(1559 – 12 May 1634 / Hitchin, Hertfordshire, England)

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George Chapman was an English dramatist, translator, and poet. He was a classical scholar whose work shows the influence of Stoicism. Chapman has been identified as the Rival Poet of Shakespeare's sonnets by William Minto, and as an anticipator of the Metaphysical Poets of the 17th century. Chapman is best remembered for his translations of Homer's Iliad and Odyssey, and the Homeric Batrachomyomachia.

Life and work

Chapman was born at Hitchin in Hertfordshire. There is conjecture that he studied at Oxford but did not take a degree, though no reliable evidence affirms this. We know very little about Chapman's early life, but Mark Eccles uncovered records that reveal much... more »

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  • ''Who to himself is law, no law doth need, Offends no law, and is a king indeed.''
    George Chapman (c. 1559-1634), British dramatist, poet, translator. repr. In Plays and Poems of George Chapman: The Tragedies, ed. Thomas Marc Parrott...
  • ''Pure innovation is more gross than error.''
    George Chapman (1559-1634), British dramatist, poet, translator. King Henry, in Bussy D'Ambois, act 1, sc. 2, l. 38 (1607).
  • ''For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.''
    George Chapman (c. 1559-1634), British dramatist, poet, translator. repr. In Plays and Poems of George Chapman: The Comedies, ed. Thomas Marc Parrott ...
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Best Poem of George Chapman

The Shadow Of Night

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Fall, Hercules, from heaven, in tempests hurl'd,
And cleanse this beastly stable of the world;
Or bend thy brazen bow against the Sun,
As in Tartessus, when thou hadst begun
Thy task of oxen: heat in more extremes
Than thou wouldst suffer, with his envious beams.
Now make him leave the world to Night and dreams.
Never were virtue's labours so envied
As in this light: shoot, shoot, and stoop his pride.
Suffer no more his lustful rays to get
The Earth with issue: let him still be set
In Somnus' thickets: bound about the brows,
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