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Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Irish poet, friend of Lord Byron and P.B. Shelley. Moore\'s writings range from lyric to satire, from prose romance to history and biography. His popular IRISH MELODIES appeared in ten parts between 1807 and 1835. Moore was a good musician and skillful writer of songs, which he set to Irish tunes, mainly of the 18th century. \'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. (from \'The Last Rose of Summer\') } Thomas Moore was born in Dublin as the son of a grocer. His background was poor and he never varnished it. In his poem \'Epitaph on a Tuft-Hunter\' he mocked snobbery: \"Heaven grant him now some noble nook / For, rest his soul! he\'d rather be / Genteelly damn\'d beside a Duke, / Than sav\'d in vulgar company.\" Moore studied at Trinity College, Dublin and London, and published his first book, THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS LITTLE, in 1801. He became in 1803 a civil officer to Bermuda, where he stayed for a...
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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rusu alina
25 ani.1.65,terminat Conservatorul,canto clasic(principal) si pian secunndar
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DADosa Andrei-Adam
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VIVereha Olivia Irina
all we are is dust in the wind...
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VVVeronica Văleanu
All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.
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Comptine Rose
all my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness//
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RRexusthe1st
Hello all,, I hope you do enjoin reading some stuff, take care guys and GOD Bless you all.
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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DDDinu Diana
There is only one conclusion to every story: we all fall down.
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The Quiet Night of May
de bayar
I’m all alone in a quiet night of May... and count the hours But I realize it’s strange I’ve never stopped to smell the flowers I never dared to open my eyes And see pure perfection In the simplest...
Jazz ambiental. Country music pentru piculină și helix
de Luminita Suse
\"it\'s a quarter after one/ I\'m all alone and I need you now/ reaching for the phone cause/ I can\'t fight it any more/ and I wonder if I ever cross your mind/ for me it happens all the time/...
My first experience!
de Alti Autori
My First Experience ! The sky was blue The moon was high We were all alone Just her and i. Her hair was brown Her eyes were blue I knew at first what she wanted to do. Her hair was good Her body was...
Sonnet XXIX
de William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men\'s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deal heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more...
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Testul unei idei.
de Radu Herinean
Pentru cei care sunt pasionati de diverse concursuri, teste si provocari, lansez acum o asemenea provocare, incercand in acelasi timp sa ii fac un serviciu unui membru al comunitatii. Se da textul de...