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| Lyrica - die Lyrik-Datenbank |
| Englische Lyrik seit 1066 |
| Titel | Gedicht | Vorname | Nachname | | Lift not the painted veil which those who live | Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not. | Percy Bysshe | Shelley |
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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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