Lord Byron as a Satirist in Verse, Band 1Columbia University Press, 1912 - 228 Seiten A dissertation thesis discussing the use of satire in Byron's poetry. |
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¹ Don Juan ¹ Letters Absalom and Achitophel Æsop Age of Bronze allusions Animali Parlanti Anti-Jacobin assailing attack Baviad Beppo Berni Buratti burlesque Byron's satiric spirit Canto Casti character Childe Harold Churchill classical satire colloquial contemporary criticism Curse of Minerva Della Cruscans digressions Don Juan Dryden Dunciad Elgin England English Bards English satire epic epigram Epistle Essay formal satire Frere genius Giants heroic couplet Hints from Horace humor Hunt Ibid imitation influence invective Italian Juvenal liberal lines literary literature Lord Byron manner Mathias method mockery Monks mood Moore moral Morgante Maggiore Murray never octave ottava rima parody passage period phrases Pindar plot poem Poema Tartaro poet poetic poetry Pope Pope and Gifford Pope's printed probably prose published Pulci reader realism reference Review rhymes ridicule Rolliad romance satirists Scotch Southey Southey's stanza style tion tone Tory travesty versification Vision of Judgment Waltz Whig Whistlecraft Wordsworth writers wrote
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Seite 86 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Seite 13 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud, to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me : Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, 210 Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone. O sacred weapon ! left for truth's defence, Sole dread of folly, vice, and insolence...
Seite 168 - Duly accompanied by shrieks and groans. Which few will sing, I trust, but none forget it For I will teach, if possible, the stones To rise against Earth's tyrants.
Seite 206 - See these inglorious Cincinnati swarm, Farmers of war, dictators of the farm; Their ploughshare was the sword in hireling hands, Their fields manured by gore of other lands; Safe in their barns, these Sabine tillers sent Their brethren out to battle — why? for rent! Year after year they voted cent, per cent., Blood, sweat, and tear-wrung millions — why? for rent! They roared, they dined, they drank, they swore they meant To die for England — why then live? — for rent!
Seite 169 - But never mind;—" God save the king!" and kings! For if he don't, I doubt if men will longer — I think I hear a little bird, who sings The people by and by will be the stronger...
Seite 169 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know. But leech-like to their fainting country cling...
Seite 168 - Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind ; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind ; Thy tree...
Seite 97 - WEEP, daughter of a royal line, A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay ; Ah ! happy if each tear of thine Could wash a father's fault away ! Weep — for thy tears are Virtue's tears — Auspicious to these suffering isles ; And be each drop in future years Repaid thee by thy people's smiles ! THE CHAIN I GAVE.
Seite 182 - Tis pity learned virgins ever wed With persons of no sort of education, Or gentlemen, who, though...
Seite 135 - Besides, my Muse by no means deals in fiction : She gathers a repertory of facts, Of course with some reserve and slight restriction, But mostly sings of human things and acts — And that's one cause she meets with contradiction; For too much truth, at first sight, ne'er attracts ; And were her object only what's call'd glory, With more ease too she'd tell a different story.