A Beautiful Young Nymph Going To Bed The poem is a parody on how a prostitute in the eighteenth century in London follows a long process
of disassembling herself before going to bed. It illustrates the fakeness of the seductress who is full
of artifices that makes her look presentable.
A satirical tone prevails through the poem as the poet narrates the cumbersome yet habitual
experience of the prostitute while she involves in divesting herself of the artificial adornments that
she wears.
The artificiality of the sex worker has been shown as the reality below the surface. Corinna devotes a
large amount of time in the detailed process of getting rid of her ornaments and other stuff that she
uses to beautify her body and looks.
The Lady's Dressing Room
In the poem, Strephon sneaks into his sweetheart Celia's dressing room while she is away only to
become disillusioned at how filthy and smelly it is. Swift uses this poem to satirize both women's
vain attempts to match an ideal image and men's expectation that the illusion be real. For the
poem's grotesque treatment of bodily functions, Swift was slandered by literary critics
and psychoanalyzed as suffering from "the excremental vision
Stellas birthday
Swift wrote "Stella's Birthday, 1721" to celebrate what she claimed as her 36th birthday, although
Swift avowed it to be her 40th. He gently chides her in the poem, which openly and honestly
celebrates her charms and intelligence as far more important than the mere physical beauty that
accompanies youth. Swift works to undermine the idea that a woman's worth is based on youth and
physical attributes. He develops as a younger character for contrast to the mature Stella the dull
young "Cloe," a name popular in poetry that incorporated the romantic and pastoral traditions. He
also references two new friends, Thomas Sheridan and his wife, Elizabeth; the latter Swift identifies
in his poem as "a new Angel." The couple had proved kind to Swift, impressing him with their
gracious hospitality. Sheridan's grandson, Richard Brinsley Sheridan, distinguished himself as one of
the Restoration's best playwrights.
Verses of the death Dr
Swift writes a tongue-in-cheek eulogy for himself in this poem. He addresses his life, love, and regrets
in three distinct sections. The first section discusses his professional jealousy toward other poets and
writers. This jealousy is indicated when he writes, "I cannot read a line, / But with a sigh, I wish it
mine." In the second section, Swift imagines how he will be remembered after his death. He figures
that his name and contributions will fade within the same year as his death and that his books will be
given away. He believes that others will be very glad that he has left the face of the Earth. The third
section is apologetic. Swift explains that where his writing was concerned, "malice never was his aim;
/ He lash'd the vice, but spar'd the name." The poem ends on an upbeat and positive tone with Swift
sure that he has made a difference with his work.
Day of judgement
With his head beaten down by a swirling thought, the speaker sunk down from his dreaming to rest.
His mind was overtaken by a horrid vision: He saw dead people emerging from graves. Jove burst
open the skies, and he was ready to wage war on earth, armed with terrors, causing thunder and
lightning to break forth. The world stands and watches, trembling — people are in shock and don’t
know what to expect. Each sinner turns pale and bows their head down in shame, while Jove looks at
them all and says “You, the offending race of humans, you’re blinded by your natures, your logic,
your education, because of weakness you stepped aside, and you were also always consumed by
pride. You were all tricked by your different religious groups, and you’ve all come out on this day of
judgement to see everyone else be damned to hell as you thought you were right and they were all
wrong. (So somebody told you, but they didn’t know any better about who the real God was and his
plans than you). The world’s madness is over and I no longer will put up with the pranks of humans. I
am setting my mind against you all — I damn all you fools to hell — get out of here, you were all
tricked.’
Long sentences, rhetorical units – two lines have to have same idea
When he has to say something the couplets are the same idea in 2 lines, they make a unit, they never
cross borders and never break in the middle of couplet