Lord Byron as a Satirist in Verse, Том 1Columbia University Press, 1912 - 228 страници A dissertation thesis discussing the use of satire in Byron's poetry. |
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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 George Giants heroic couplet Hints from Horace humor Hunt Ibid imitation influence invective Italian Juvenal Lady liberal lines literary literature Lord Byron manner Mathias method Monks mood Moore moral Morgante Maggiore Murray never octave ottava rima parody passage period phrases Pindar plot poem Poema Tartaro poet poetic poetry political 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 verse versification Vision of Judgment Waltz Whig Whistlecraft Wordsworth writers wrote
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