End-stopping

The term line style indicates in poetry the regular collapse of Versendes with a syntactic cut or at least the end of a sentence element. Because end of a sentence / phrase end and Send match, closes the verse with a break, which may be shorter or longer. In contrast, when a sentence / phrase continues over the Versgrenze addition, these bridges so to speak, we speak of an enjambment.

Examples of variation in levels of the line style:

1 The first stanza of Friedrich Schiller's poem " The Maiden from Afar " (1796 ) consists of a main clause, in a subordinate clause is inserted ( hypotaxis ). Since the predicate ( appeared ) is already in line 2, the subject ( a girl) but only follows in line 4, creates a tension: Although the line endings though always coincide with the end of a sentence element, the reader can pause hardly because the curiosity to the subject is too large. Consequently, it is a limiting case in which one can hardly speak of real line style.

In a valley with poor shepherds

Appeared with each young years,

Once the first larks buzzed,

A girl, beautiful and wonderful.

2 The second stanza of the same poem offers a change of main and subordinate clauses, the style is so hypotaktisch, but are not nested. So you can pause at each end of the line, the stanza read all in liquid. Here is a typical example for the line style.

No one knew where it came from,

She was not born in the valley,

And their track was rapidly lost,

As soon as the girl took his leave.

3 The style of the following folk song is strictly paratakisch ( parataxis ): It contains only main clauses that terminate at the end of lines respectively. The impression of uniform ranking is exacerbated by the fact that the syntax is the same almost throughout. Here is an extreme example of the line style.

There was a frost in the spring night,

He fell on the delicate Blaublümelein,

They are withered, withered.

A young man had a girl -loving,

They fled secretly away from home,

It deliberately ' neither father nor mother.

You have wandered back and forth,

They have had neither happiness nor star,

They died, spoiled.

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