Beyond all doubt, Hoccleve copied the forms of Chaucer's lost virelays.
We find a well-known medieval poet called indifferently Occleve and Hoccleve.
He retained the Hoccleve passage (p. 6); his point about Wartons basis of selection is effective.
The reminiscences of the gay days of his youth stirred Hoccleve's muse to unwonted vivacity.
The editor has gathered much fresh material for the biography of Hoccleve.
Hoccleve's metre is poor, so long as he can count ten syllables by his fingers he is content.
A decline in the technique of the five-foot verse begins with Lydgate and Hoccleve.
The poetry of Hoccleve is wretchedly bad, abounding with pedantry, and destitute of all grace or spirit.
Hoccleve was not a very lively poet, and he always seems to have been in want of money.
It thus became the business of the scribe, and the portraits in different copies of Hoccleve's works vary accordingly.