Frances Yates - Works

Works

  • John Florio: The Life of an Italian in Shakespeare's England (1934)
  • A study of Love's labour's lost (1936)
  • The French Academies of the Sixteenth Century (1947)
  • The Valois Tapestries (1959)
  • Giordano Bruno and the Hermetic Tradition (1964) ISBN 9780226950075
  • The Art of Memory (1966) ISBN 9780226950013
  • Theatre of the World (1969)
  • The Rosicrucian Enlightenment (1972)
  • Astraea : The Imperial Theme in the Sixteenth Century (1975)
  • Shakespeare's Last Plays: A New Approach (1975)
  • The Occult Philosophy in the Elizabethan Age (1979)
  • Lull and Bruno (1982) Collected Essays I
  • Renaissance and Reform : The Italian Contribution (1983) Collected Essays II
  • Ideas and Ideals in the North European Renaissance (1984) Collected Essays III

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