The two forms of satire are Horatian Satire and Juvenalian Satire. The first kind of satire employs mockery as its primary devices and accompanies adoration for the people being mocked. While, on the other hand, the second type of satire conveys an indignant tone and harshly ridicules its subject of satire.
Pope’s magnum opus The Rae of the Locke is the best example of Horatian satire. This wonderful creation by Pope conveys the style of mild mockery and indulgence in the society. In this epic poem, he parodies social shortcomings that accompany most of the individuals in the social world. His tools expose the absurd and foible attributes that prevail in within humanity.
Moving on, The Modest Proposal by Swift exemplifies the harsh, sneering satire of the second type. In this work of art, Swift acts directly on the menace he dislikes. He conveys his ideas by being outrageous and deplorable in his statements and suggestions in the book. For example, he mentions in his book that some individuals would be utilized as food in Ireland, which shows his direct and offensive approach in writing.
To conclude, the difference in both writers’ style is their approach to the readers, in which they present their thoughts, is obvious. While Pope utilizes mild tone and mocks gently, Swift acts like an indignant satirist with a direct revolutionary advancement of statements. Both portray all the needed attributes of Horatian and Juvenalian satire, respectively.
The rain how it fell; the cadaver smell
<span>My eyes transfixed on that pit of Hell, </span>
Vapid flesh foul, horrendously bland.
<span>But why this carnage, I don’t understand; </span>
Retching, gagging, holding back the bile.
<span>I turn from the evil to rest for a while, </span>
<span>From decomposing mothers, fathers and child; </span>
Satan’s work, merciless, callously wild.
<span>Laid out in graves grotesquely remorse, </span>
Lucifer’s carnage has taken its course
<span>In a dance of death, contorted and thin, </span>
Thousands of bodies, bound together by skin.
Now sixty years passed, will I ever forget.
<span>That day when in person, with Satan I met; </span>
He showed me firsthand his evil, his sin.
Flames of contempt still burn deep within.
<span>Wise men instruct us ‘we must never, forget’, </span>
<span>Upon the memory of them, ‘let the sun never set’; </span>
<span>For six million Jews paid the ultimate cost, </span>
<span>I know, I was there, at the great Holocaust.
</span><span>Holocaust - Poem by Alf Hutchison</span>
Answer: Okay, (in order) churchgoing, sinner, plantantion, delicious, converted, mystical, Christian, end???
Explanation:
I think, i did this ahwile back.
