Aesthetes and Decadents of the 1890s: An Anthology of British Poetry and Prose

The cultured and Decadent circulation of the past due nineteenth century spawned the assumption of "Art for Art's Sake," challenged aesthetic criteria and surprised the bourgeosie. From Walter Pater's examine, "The Renaissance to Salome, the really decadent collaboration among Oscar Wilde and Aubrey Beardsley, Karl Beckson has selected a whole spectrum of works that chronicle the British inventive fulfillment of the Nineties. during this revised version of a vintage anthology, "The Ballad of examining Gaol" has been integrated in its entirety; the bibliography has been thoroughly up-to-date; Professor Beckson's notes and statement were accelerated from the 1st variation released in 1966. The so-called Decadent or Aesthetic interval continues to be some of the most attention-grabbing within the heritage of the humanities. The poetry and prose of such writers as Yeats, Wilde, Symons, Johnson, Dowson, Barlas, Pater and others are integrated during this assortment, in addition to 16 of Aubrey Beardsley's drawings.

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