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3 giorni fa · Prometheus is a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, in which a character based on the mythic Prometheus addresses God (as Zeus) in a romantic and misotheist tone of accusation and defiance. The poem was written between 1772 and 1774.
1 giorno fa · Books related to Goethe. Works. See also. Notes. References. Further reading. External links. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe [a] (28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832) was a German polymath and writer, who is widely regarded as the greatest and most influential writer in the German language.
23 apr 2024 · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (born August 28, 1749, Frankfurt am Main [Germany]—died March 22, 1832, Weimar, Saxe-Weimar) was a German poet, playwright, novelist, scientist, statesman, theatre director, critic, and amateur artist, considered the greatest German literary figure of the modern era.
7 mag 2024 · The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica This article was most recently revised and updated by Amy Tikkanen. Prometheus, in Greek religion, one of the Titans, the supreme trickster, and a god of fire. His intellectual side was emphasized by the apparent meaning of his name, Forethinker.
25 apr 2024 · Faust, two-part dramatic work by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Part I was published in 1808 and Part II in 1832, after the author’s death. The supreme work of Goethe’s later years, Faust is sometimes considered Germany’s greatest contribution to world literature. Learn more about the play.
12 mag 2024 · Prometheus. COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops. The thistles' heads, Disport with oaks and mountain -peaks, Yet thou must leave. My earth still standing; My cottage too, which was not raised by thee; Leave me my hearth, Whose kindly glow. By thee is envied. I know nought poorer.
5 giorni fa · Prometheus by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Cover your heaven, Zeus, with clouds and mist and practice—like a boy beheading thistles— on these oaks and mountain peaks. But as for my earth, never touch it, nor my hut which you did not build nor my hearth whose warmth you envy me.
