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| Lyrica - die Lyrik-Datenbank |
| Englische Lyrik seit 1066 |
| Titel | Gedicht | Vorname | Nachname | | When I have fears ... | When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charac'try,
Hold like full garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour !
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; - then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. | John | Keats |
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| Einführung in die Lyrik |
| Lyrik, (zu griechisch lyra: Leier), neben Epik und Dramatik eine der drei Hauptgattungen der Dichtung. Entscheidende Aspekte der Lyrik sind sprachlicher Rhythmus und - zumindest bis ins 20. Jahrhundert - strukturierendes Versmaß und Reim. Ein weiteres Gliederungsmerkmal ist die Strophe. Als lyrisches Ich wird jenes im Gedicht auftretende fiktive Subjekt bezeichnet, das als empfindender Erlebnisträger der in der 1. Person Singular geschriebenen Lyrik fungiert. |
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| 17.07.2001; Robert Morten |
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| | Nachname | Vorname | Titel | erste Zeile | | Keats | John | Stanzas ... | In a drear-nighted december ... |
| Keats | John | Ode on a Grecian Urn | Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness ... |
| Keats | John | When I have fears ... | When I have fears that I may cease to be ... |
| Keats | John | La belle Dame sans merci | Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight ... |
| Shelley | Percy Bysshe | O wild West Wind | O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being ... |
| Shelley | Percy Bysshe | The Indian Serenade | I arise from dreams of thee ... |
| Shelley | Percy Bysshe | Alastor: Or, the Spirit of Solitude | Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! |
| Shelley | Percy Bysshe | Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte | I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did ... |
| Shelley | Percy Besshy | To Wordsworth | Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know ... |
| Shelley | Percy Bysshe | Lift not the painted veil which those who live | Lift not the painted veil which those who live ... |
| Shelley | Percy Bysshe | England in 1819 | An old, mad, blind, despis'd, and dying king ... |
| Shelley | Percy Bysshe | Time | Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years ...
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