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SCSamuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor "Estese" Coleridge (1772-1834) Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born in Ottery St. Mary on 21 October 1772, youngest of the ten children of John Coleridge, a minister, and Ann Bowden Coleridge. He was often bullied as a child by Frank, the next youngest, and his mother was apparently a bit distant, so it was no surprise when Col1 ran away at age seven. He was found early the next morning by a neighbor, but the events of his night outdoors frequently showed up in imagery in his poems (and his nightmares) as well as the notebooks he kept for most of his adult life. John Coleridge died in 1781, and Col was sent away to a London charity school for children of the clergy. He stayed with his maternal uncle2. Col was really quite a prodigy; he devoured books and eventually earned first place in his class. His brother Luke died in 1790 and his only sister Ann in 1791, inspiring Col to write "Monody," one of his first poems, in which he likens himself to Thomas Chatterton3. Col was...
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BRbarbu roxana-maria
am vazut lumina zilei pe 21 iunie 1990,in orasul bacau,dar ,am avut norocul de a-mi petrece primii ani ai copilariei intr-o lume de vis,intr-un sat linistit,aflat pe malul stang al dunarii ,un sat cu oameni cuminti,si cu frica de Dumnezeu.am scris inca de mica,si aveam satisfactia de a-mi fi ascultate poeziile.dupa cum era obiceiul prin acele locuri,ieseam seara dupa o zi lunga si obositoare,cu totii ,la poarta.femeile,unele coseau,altele torceau lana sau impleteau,in timp ce barbatii curatau porumb sau alte mestesuguri ce le voi mentiona in alte imprejurari; eu,nefiind prea multi copii pe-acolo,aveam de fiecare data privilegiu de a fi in centrul atentii,si astfel imi erau ascultate poziile.dupa ce am mai crescut ,nu am mai avut la tara timp de scris,fiind programul mult prea incarcat,dimineata la trei plecam la camp,si ne intorceam o data cu soarele ce se lasa peste sat.dar asta nu m-a impiedicat sa adun impresii si sa memorez imagini de o tulburatoare frumusete si...
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AGAdrian Gologan
born on the 5th of November in Otelu Rosu, Romania, emigrated since 1996 to Germany
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Elisabeta
irrelevant on the daily basis
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Stephen Davies
in the Kop and on the road
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Tom Waits
In the 1970s, Tom Waits combined a lyrical focus on desperate, lowlife characters with a persona that seemed to embody the same lifestyle, which he sang about in a raspy, gravelly voice. From the '80s on, his work became increasingly theatrical as he moved into acting and composing. Growing up in southern California, Waits attracted the attention of manager Herb Cohen, who also handled Frank Zappa, and was signed by him at the beginning of the 1970s, resulting in the material later released as The Early Years and The Early Years, Vol. 2. His formal recording debut came with Closing Time (1973) on Asylum Records, an album that contained "Ol' 55," which was covered by labelmates the Eagles for their On the Border album. Waits attracted critical acclaim and a cult audience for his subsequent albums, The Heart of Saturday Night (1974), the two-LP live set Nighthawks at the Diner (1975), Small Change (1976), Foreign Affairs (1977), Blue Valentine (1978), and Heart Attack and Vine (1980)....
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DBDaniela Maria Benea
I was born in Cluj-Napoca on the 11th of September 1970. I have learned to read, write and love over there. In 1991 I moved to Brisbane, Australia. I hold a bachelor degree in International Business. Later on I followed a couple of courses in Psychology. I mainly write in Romanian, that's what makes me feel closer to the places I left. However I do write in English, sometimes it feels like the words find me better this way, or maybe it's the other way around. I read many English books, biographies, poetry, etc.
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ANandra n
"it looks i've reached the crossroad.. remains of what i am still still waiting on the sidewalk to fill this peaceful day the burden of a choice my past dissolved..erased would you belive my world?"
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John Milton
1608 - 1674 One of the greatest poets of the English language, best-known for his epic poem PARADISE LOST (1667). Milton's powerful, rhetoric prose and the eloquence of his poetry had an immense influence especially on the 18th-century verse. Besides poems, Milton published pamphlets defending civil and religious rights. John Milton was born in London. His mother Sarah Jeffrey, a very religious person, was the daughter of a merchant sailor. His father, also named John, had risen to prosperity as a scrivener or law writer - he also composed music. The family was wealthy enough to afford a second house in the country. Milton's first teachers were his father, from whom he inherited love for art and music, and the writer Thomas Young, a graduate of St Andrews University. At the age of twelve Milton was admitted to St Paul's School near his home and five years later he entered Christ's College, Cambridge. During this period, while considering himself destined for the ministry, he began to...
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SSSerban Stanescu
I've been born on June 11, 1959 in Bucharest. I graduated in 1978 chemistry high school from Bucharest, called Costin D. Nenitescu. In 1988 I graduated the Techincal University of Bucharest, Metallurgy - Forging & Heat Treatments. In 1995 I've reconsidered my career plans and headed to IT&C. In 1997 I graduated my first master in Computers- Databases. In 2007, I finished the second master in Computers & IT. Otherwise? I like writing. I'm doing that since I was 10, and I just couldn't get rid of this "habit". I haven't published anything until august 2006, and I decided to start on the Internet. As for the others, I'm a common person, with my "lows" and "hights", like anyone else... I've published my first book, in Romanian, "Inner Rhythms" in april 2007. I'm also writing and publishing on several sites and blogs. Published books: "Ritmuri Interioare", 2008, ISBN 978-973-87654-6-7; "Autodezvoltare, Ocultism, Extrasenzorial", 2009 ISBN 978-973-0-07327-0; "Casa și Familia", 2009, ISBN...
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The Axe Helve
de Robert Frost
I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...
The Matrix
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Classes, hours streets... The VETO right over sunrise, heads of concrete... As water takes the shape of the vase, So does man take the elaborate shape of the maze in its underscored power. Witness to...
The Rape of Lucrece
de William Shakespeare
To the Right Honourable Henry Wriothesly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. THE love I dedicate to your lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a...
so many things unsaid
de Ohm
it\'s amazing how the tone and texture of the morning can be so charged so enhanced so lightened by the sound of your voice on the phone you may never realize how you affect me like a deep, sweet...
In my secret life
de Radu Tudor Ciornei
I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can\'t seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much. There\'s no one in sight. And we\'re still making love In My Secret Life. I smile...
BLUE
de cristina boruga
One day a butterfly set on my nose and sais: I want you to speak about blue as if this is the last time a minute has 60 seconds. Well, I know blue is the colour of my coffee cup in the morning. I...
Liquid Sunshine Days
de Ohm
Don\'t slip away Under the stairs Or think bad thoughts In the middle of prayers Exposing your soul Like an open door Stained on the surface Rotten to the core Sleeping all day Locks up your mind And...
TAKE THIS WALTZ
de Leonard Cohen
now in Vienna are ten pretty women there\'s a shoulder where death comes to cry there\'s a lobby with nine hundred windows there\'s a tree where the doves go to die there\'s a piece that was torn...
Denial
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I don\'t go to the shore of some lake to write my poetry, nor do I go embrace the tail of the snake to find my rhyme of the heavens, I don\'t go high on the mountains to search for the me within me,...
Magdalen Walks
de Oscar Wilde
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March, The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch Sways and swings as the thrush...