Works
- The Broken Column (1931), Harvard undergraduate essay published by Cambridge UP
- Ben Jonson, Selected Works (1938) editor
- James Joyce: A Critical Introduction (1941)
- Toward Stendhal (1945)
- The Portable James Joyce (1947) editor
- Toward Balzac (1947)
- Perspectives of Criticism (1950) editor
- The overreacher, a study of Christopher Marlowe (1952)
- Symbolism and Fiction (1956)
- Contexts of Criticism (1957)
- The Power of Blackness: Hawthorne, Poe, Melville (1958)
- The Question of Hamlet (1959)
- Irving Babbitt and the Teaching of Literature (1960) Inaugural Lecture
- The Scarlet Letter and other Tales of the Puritans by Nathaniel Hawthorne (1961) editor
- The Gates of Horn: A Study of Five French Realists (1963)
- The Comedy of Errors (1965) editor
- Refractions: Essays in Comparative Literature (1966)
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- Playboys and Killjoys: An Essay on the Theory and Practice of Comedy (1988)
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