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AUGUSTANS. Augustans. Rhymed, heroic couplet, iambic pentameter Satirical, biting Greek and Roman influence Jonathan Swift’s writing Openly mocking, using mundane activities as subject matter (“Rape of the Lock”) Current figures and events (at the time) featured in their works
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Augustans Rhymed, heroic couplet, iambic pentameter Satirical, biting Greek and Roman influence Jonathan Swift’s writing Openly mocking, using mundane activities as subject matter (“Rape of the Lock”) Current figures and events (at the time) featured in their works Think “South Park” or “The Daily Show” for the late 1600s, early 1700s
Authors Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) – Gulliver’s Travels; A Modest Proposal John Dryden (1631-1700) – “Mac Flecknoe”; “Marriage a-la-mode”; “Absalmon and Achitophel” Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) – “The Rape of the Lock”; “Windsor Forect”; “Epitaph on Sir Isaac Newton”
Epitaphs Intended for Sir Isaac Newton In Westminster AbbeyIsaacusNewtonus QuemImmortalemTestantur Tempus, Natura, Cœlum: Mortalem Hoc MarmorFatetur NATURE and Nature’s laws lay hid in Night: God said, Let NEWTON be! and all was Light.
Marriage a-la-Mode By John Dryden 1631–1700 John Dryden Why should a foolish marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now When passion is decay'd? We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could, Till our love was lov'd out in us both: But our marriage is dead, when the pleasure is fled: 'Twas pleasure first made it an oath. If I have pleasures for a friend, And farther love in store, What wrong has he whose joys did end, And who could give no more? 'Tis a madness that he should be jealous of me, Or that I should bar him of another: For all we can gain is to give our selves pain, When neither can hinder the other.
The Rape of the Lock An Heroi-Comical Poem Alexander Pope Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things,I sing -- This Verse to C---, Muse! is due;This, ev'nBelinda may vouchfafe to view:Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,If She inspire, and He approve my Lays.Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compelA well-bred Lordt'assault a gentle Belle?Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,Cou'd make a gentle Belle reject a Lord?And dwells such Rage in softest Bosoms then?And lodge such daring Souls in Little Men? Sol thro' white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray,And op'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day;Now Lapdogs give themselves the rowzing Shake,And sleepless Lovers, just at Twelve, awake:Thrice rung the Bell, the Slipper knock'd the Ground,And the press'd Watch return'd a silver Sound.Belinda still her downy Pillow prest, Her Guardian Sylphprolong'd the balmy Rest.'Twas he had summon'd to her silent BedThe Morning-Dream that hover'd o'er her Head.A Youth more glitt'ring than a Birth-night Beau,(That ev'n in Slumber caus'd her Cheek to glow)Seem'd to her Ear his winning Lips to lay,And thus in Whispers said, or seem'd to say. …etc..