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Lyrica - die Lyrik-Datenbank |
Englische Lyrik seit 1066 |
Titel | Gedicht | Vorname | Nachname | Ode on a Grecian Urn | Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loth ? What mad persuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstacy ?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal - yet do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair !
Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearièd For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love ! more happy, happy love ! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form ! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. | 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 | Kästner | Erich | Rezitation bei Regenwetter | Der Regen regnet sich nicht satt. |
Meyer | Conrad Ferdinand | Möwenflug | Möwen sah um einen Felsen kreisen ... |
Morgenstern | Christian | Der Sperling und das Känguru | In seinem Zaun das Känguru ... |
Morgenstern | Christian | VICE VERSA | Ein Hase sitzt auf einer Wiese ... |
Opitz | Hellmuth | Liste kleiner Traurigkeiten | Der zu kurze Haarschnitt.
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Ringelnatz | Joachim | Einsiedlers Heiliger Abend | Ach hab’ in den Wehnachtstagen ... |
Ringelnatz | Joachim | Die Ameisen | In Hamburg lebten zwei Ameisen ... |
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 ... |
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