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| Lyrica - die Lyrik-Datenbank |
| Englische Lyrik seit 1066 |
| Titel | Gedicht | Vorname | Nachname | | Stanzas ... |
In a drear-nighted december,
Too happy, happy tree
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity :
The north cannot undo them,
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
In a drear-nighted december,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Ah! would 'twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy !
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passèd joy ?
To know the change and feel it,
When there is none to heal it,
Nor numbèd sense to steal it,
Was never said in rhyme. | 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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