2. Renaissance: 1485-1603 Wealth, knowledge, power
Revival of Rome: culture and literature
Humanism: man as central
Age of Exploration
Growth of London as world power!
Influenced by Italy
Social Classes very important

3. Reformation
Luther and his 95 theses

4. Black Death: s

5. Henry VII (ah… I guess he counts)
Ended War of Roses – bunch of bickering families
Increased $$$ for England

6. Henry VIII – dude just wanted a son…
Catholic then Church of England
Whooped up on France
Strong English military
Acted the part of KING

7. More Tudors Edward VI Only Son of Henry VIII
Supported Church of England
All the adults tried to manipulate the young lad
Lots of potential but died young

8. Lady Jane Grey
Protestant Queen for 9 days; beheaded at 16

9. Bloody Mary Sister to Edward VI Brutal return to Catholicism
Executed Protestants
Just couldn’t produce children

10. the Great “Bastard” Tudor
the Great “Bastard” Tudor
Elizabeth I
Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn
Defeated Spanish Armada
Symbol of national unity
English prosperity $$
Learning, culture, literature, drama
“Virgin Queen”
Brutal Colonization of Ireland
Great negotiator – keep ‘em wondering
Church of England but a touch
of Catholic, too

11. King James I
Protestant
King James Bible
Scottish
Jamestown –duh!

13. Shakespeare and Theater
Comedy, Tragedy, History (nationalism), Romance
Plays: fast, few breaks, few props, fancy costumes, cancelled often due to weather or plague, few actors, only boys, to make $$$
Elizabethan culture was like a big performance
Globe and Black friars
Created 3,000+ new English words
SONNETS and lots of PLAYS

14. Sonnet 130 by Shakespeare
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

15. Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

16. Sonnet By Edmund Spenser
"One day I wrote her name upon the strand"
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize!
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name;
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.

17. (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 – 1861
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

18. The World Is Too Much With Us
by William Wordsworth
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

19. Holy Sonnet 10 "Death be not proud..."
BY JOHN DONNE
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

20. "London, 1802"
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.