ENGLISH RENAISSANCE/

ELIZABETHAN PERIOD
LITERATURE
 INTRODUCTION

 The Elizabethan period, spanning from 1558

to 1603 during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I,
marked a vibrant era in English literature.

 This period is called Elizabethan period

because in that time England was ruled by the
great Queen Elizabeth I. Queen Elizabeth I
came to the throne in 1558 and ended in 1603.
 Queen Elizabeth reined

England from the year

1558-1603 A.D and this

period is considered as the

golden age of English

literature.
  In the previous period, English literature has many rules which must be
followed by the artists.
 In Elizabethan period, these rules have been left out.
 This period is also known as Renaissance period
(Tilak, 1991:14).
Renaissance period

 Renaissance derives from Fench which means

rebirth.Varshney (1990:1) says that renaissance was a
transition from the middle ages to the modern world, and
awakening from the darkness of the medieval period to
the light and dawn of modern era.
 Renaissance arose in Italy in 14th century and
began to spread out to other countries in the
next century.

 Renaissance is characterized by the opening of

human mind in Europe.
LITERARY WORKS PRODUCE IN
ELIZABETHAN PERIOD
 01. 03.
William
Shakespeare :
Edmund Spenser:

02.
"

"Romeo and Juliet"

"The Faerie
"Hamlet"
"Macbeth"
Queene"
Christopher
"Othello" Marlowe:
"DoctorFaustus"
"King Lear"
"Tamburlaine, Parts 1 and
"Julius Caesar"
2"
"A Midsummer Night's Dream"
 04. 05. 06.
Thomas Kyd: John Lyly:
Philip Sidney: "Endymion"
"The Spanish Tragedy"
"Astrophel and Stella" "Gallathea"
 SHAKESPEAREAN
SONNETS
 Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets that have
survived into perpetuity.
 The traditional Shakespearean Sonnet form has
14 lines comprised of three quatrains (four- line
stanzas) and one rhyming couplet (two-line
stanza).
 WE COLLECTED 4 SONNETS

Sonnet 24

Sonnet 29

Sonnet 104

Sonnet 116
 Mine eye hath playe'd the painter and hath stell'd
The beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is the painter must you see his skill,
To find where your true imaged pictures lies;
Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
Now see what good turnes eyes for eyes haved done:
SONNET 24 Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through
the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee,
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
 When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
SONNET 29 Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at
heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd
such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
 To me fair friend, you never can be old
For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the first school three summer pride, three
beauteous springs to yellow autumn tum'd
In process of the seasons have I seen
Three April perfumes in three hot June's burn'd
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green,
Ah! Yet doth beauty, like dial-hand
SONNET 104 Steal from his figure and pace perceiv'd
So your sweet hue,which mathinks still doth stard,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbread;
Eye you were born, was beauty's summer dead.
 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit
impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on
tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be
taken.
SONNET 116 Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and
cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass
come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Thank you!

— Group berry