Energy and Order in the Poetry of SwiftBucknell University Press, 1980 - 241 страници This study focuses on a pattern of stylistic tendencies in Swift's poetry. The tendencies are essentially of two contrasting types -- energy and order. The author discusses how Swift's poetry departs from certain orderly forms of discourse that have traditionally been associated with "Augustan" literature. |
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The Subversive Image | 54 |
Enumerations Miscellanies and the Irreducible Particular | 79 |
The Ordering Design | 120 |
The Design under Stress | 154 |
Conclusion | 222 |
Notes | 227 |
Bibliography | 233 |
Index | 239 |
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