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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George Chapman Poems
The Shadow Of Night
... Fall, Hercules, from heaven, in tempests hurl'd, And cleanse this beastly stable of the world; Or bend thy brazen bow against the Sun,
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves to have his sails filled with a lusty wind Even till his sailyards tremble, his masts crack,
See where she issues in her beauty's pomp, As Flora to salute the morning sun; Who when she shakes her tresses in the air,
There is no truth of any good To be discerned on earth ; and, by conversion, Nought therefore simply bad; but as the stuff
O COME, soft rest of cares! come, Night! Come, naked Virtue's only tire, The reaped harvest of the light Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire.
An Invective Written By Mr. George Chapm...
Great, learned, witty Ben, be pleased to light The world with that three-forked fire; nor fright All us, thy sublearned, with luciferous boast
The Seventeenth Book Of Homer's Odysseys
... Such speech they chang'd; when in the yard there lay A dog, call'd Argus, which, before his way Assum'd for Ilion, Ulysses bred,
A Coronet For His Mistress, Philosophy
Muses that sing love's sensual empery, And lovers kindling your enraged fires At Cupid's bonfires burning in the eye, Blown with the empty breath of vain desires;
Hero And Leander. The Fifth Sestiad
Now was bright Hero weary of the day, Thought an Olympiad in Leander's stay. Sol and the soft-foot Hours hung on his arms,
The Sixth Book Of Homer's Iliads
... To this great Hector said: "Be well assur'd, wife, all these things in my kind cares are weigh'd, But what a shame and fear it is to think how Troy would scorn
Hero And Leander. The Sixth Sestiad
No longer could the Day nor Destinies Delay the Night, who now did frowning rise Into her throne; and at her humorous breasts
An Address To Death
Partiall devourer ever of the best! With headlong rapture sparing long the rest, Could not the precious teares his father shed, That are with kingdomes to be ransomed,
A Description Of Fever
Up to her left side leapt infernall Death, His head hid in a cloud of sensuall breath; By her sat furious anguish, pale despight, Murmure and sorrowe, and possest affright,
Hero And Leander. The Third Sestiad
New light gives new directions, fortunes new, To fashion our endeavours that ensue. More harsh, at least more hard, more grave and high
Quotationsmore quotations »
''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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The Shadow Of Night
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,