Sari la conținutul principal
Poezie.ro

"(In)justice for all..."25007 rezultate

0.01 secundeMeilisearch
45 rezultate

În acte esti viu

ColecțieEbook63 texte

Volum de versuri – editura Dharana – 2001 - ISBN 973-85007-4-5 821.135.1-1

de Traian Calin Uba

cortina

ColecțieRubrică9 texte

În spatele cortinei

portret

portret

ColecțieRubrică12 texte

Portret în ulei de măsline

versuri_antigenitive

ColecțieEbook42 texte

volum în pregătire

de Luminita Suse

lumea_inocentei

ColecțieRubrică0 texte

Călătorie în lumea inocenței

de Anisoara Iordache

PS

Percy Bysshe Shelley

AutorClasic

Percy Bysshe Shelley was born on August 4, 1792, at Field Place, near Horsham in Sussex, into an aristocratic family. His father, Timothy Shelley, was a Sussex squire and a member of Parliament. Shelley attended Syon House Academy and Eton and in 1810 he entered the Oxford University College. In 1811 Shelley was expelled from the college for publishing The Necessity Of Atheism, which he wrote with Thomas Jefferson Hogg. Shelley\'s father withdrew his inheritance in favor of a small annuity, after he eloped with the 16-year old Harriet Westbrook, the daughter of a London tavern owner. The pair spent the following two years traveling in England and Ireland, distributing pamphlets and speaking against political injustice. In 1813 Shelley published his first important poem, the atheistic Queen Mab. The poet\'s marriage to Harriet was a failure. In 1814 Shelley traveled abroad with Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, the daughter of the philosopher and anarchist William Godwin (1756-1836). Mary\'s...

0 poezii, 0 proze

Phaedrus Caius IuliusPI

Phaedrus Caius Iulius

AutorClasic

Phaedrus, Gaius Julius (c.15 BC—c. AD 50), Thracian slave who came to Rome and became a freedman in the household of Augustus, the author (in Latin) of a collection of fables in five books containing some hundred stories, published probably in the thirties of the first century AD. There is also an appendix of another thirty-two fables, probably also by Phaedrus. The collection includes fables proper, a number of anecdotes (e.g. about Aesop, Socrates, and Menander), and defences of the author against detractors. The fables are based on those of Aesop and on beast-stories from other sources which had come to be attributed to Aesop. They are written in verse, in iambic senarii (see METRE, LATIN 2), and their object is two-fold, to give advice and to entertain. They are generally serious or satirical, dealing with the injustices of life and social and political evils, but occasionally they are light and amusing. In general they express patient resignation. Phaedrus observed in the...

1 poezii, 0 proze

In VitroIV

In Vitro

AutorAtelier

I hate therefore I am!

3 poezii, 0 proze

Pasărea În SpatziuPS

Pasărea În Spatziu

AutorAtelier

5 poezii, 0 proze

Simona MortalianSM

Simona Mortalian

AutorAtelier

la intamplare

6 poezii, 0 proze

AJ

Alin Joita

AutorAtelier

2 poezii, 0 proze

LI

lungu alexandra ioana

AutorAtelier

ce volum? ce antologie? ce seriozitate? voi ati innebunit?

5 poezii, 0 proze

L

Laura

AutorAtelier

m-am nascut... traisc... voi muri

1 poezii, 0 proze

L

laura

AutorAtelier

3 poezii, 0 proze

VM

voicu mirela

AutorAtelier

mai nimic

1 poezii, 0 proze

PARADISE LOST -- Book I

de John Milton

Book I Of Man\'s first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and...

PoezieClasic

PARADISE LOST -- Book X

de John Milton

Book X Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve, Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit, Was known in Heaven; for what...

PoezieClasic

A lung-full

de Dragos

The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...

Atelier

PARADISE LOST -- Book XII

de John Milton

Book XII As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored, If Adam aught perhaps might interpose; Then, with...

PoezieClasic

Silence

de oana stanescu

I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...

PoezieAtelier