"Bed time stories" – 125 rezultate
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EFEdward Foster
Poet, eseist, critic unanim recunoscut, a cărui operă a fost tradusă și publicată în numeroase limbi. Inițial editor de poezie al MultiCultural Review, este deopotrivă editorul fondator al editurii Talisman. Edward Foster este șeful catedrei de Umanistică și Științe Sociale din cadrul Imperatore School of Sciences and Arts, la Stevens Institute of Technology. Totodată este visiting professor la Drew University Graduate Faculty, și a fost visiting professor la Drew University (Istanbul), precum și lector cu bursă Fulbright la Haceteppe University din Ankara și la Universitatea din Istanbul. Este codirector al programului de schimburi culturale ruso-american, obținând diverse premii și distincții acordate de Columbia University. Bibliografia lui Edward Foster include: Volume de poezie: - The Space Between her Bed and Clock (Spațiul dintre patul ei și ceas) - The Understanding (Înțelegerea) - All Acts are Simply Acts (Toate actele sunt simple acte) - Adrian as Song - The Angelus Bell -...
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SMStephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer\'s life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head. \"Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn\'t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering.\" Meyer invented the plot during the day through swim lessons and potty training, and wrote it out late at night when the house was quiet. Three months later she finished her first novel, Twilight. With encouragement from her older sister (the only other person who knew she had written a book), Meyer submitted her manuscript to various literary agencies. Twilight was picked out of a slush pile at Writer\'s House and eventually made its way to the publishing...
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ITIoan Tițian
Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...
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Bedtime stories
de Carmen David Dominte
Pentru a mă proteja cineva o să aștearnă cearșafuri de ninsoare peste întrebările la care nu voi ști să răspund, apoi va șterge semnele de pe ziduri și va sta de veghe în lanul de secară ca să mi se...
Bed time story
de Corina Gina Papouis
în căușul palmei sînul stîng toarce în moliciunea lui albă desenez cercuri cu privirea răsfoind albumul tinereții rotunjirea primul sutien prima holbare de ochi degete tremurînde căutînd timid...
Sonnet LXXIII
de William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin\'d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...
While the moon…
de Ileana Ioan
While the red moon started waxing I was laying on thy bed; Shadows of the night were dancing Round the candles by your bed. And as time was passing slowly Weariness grew in my head. In his arms I...
So long, goodbye
de Laurentiu
See, yesterday thought that you said Though time will pass you\'ll still be here, And now I\'m laying on the bed Without having you love, my dear. ............................................ Six...
Sacrament
de Coana Loenida
\"Your turn or mine?\" \"I think you went last time, I\'ll go.\" He slips from the bed and pads into the kitchen. The blinds are up but he doesn\'t move to shut them: it\'s late and dark, if the...
Selected strophes from Les Chants de Maldoror Translated by Dan Clore
de Comte de Lautreamont
Canto I: 6 You should let your fingernails grow for fifteen days. Oh! -- How sweet it is to brutally tear a youth with a hairless upper lip from his bed and, eyes wide open, pretend that you\'ll...
Life On The Speedball
de Laura Sylvia Dragomir
Life on the speedball Is like driving your race-car Out into space. Survival is not essential, Though the stars in your head Push you forward. What matters if this Is the edge of destruction? You...
20 gold buttons
de Ohm
I dreamed of meeting you in a long black dress with 20 gold buttons a big smile on my face and a big blue moon shining in the sky just the look in your eyes melted five buttons off the bottom of that...
clipește
de bianca marcovici
ne trebuie timpul nostru , cel trăit între secundele care ne imită clipește și ai sa vezi noi mișcam limbile orologiului perpetuu cineva ia locul celuilalt și clipește și tot așa.... clipește și...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
DRACULA (1897) written by Bram Stoker Chapter 1 - Jonathan Harker\'s Journal 3 May. Bistriz. Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46,...
An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester
de John Milton
This rich Marble doth enterr The honour\'d Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues fair Added to her noble birth, More then she could own from Earth. Summers...
Another On The Same
de John Milton
Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot, Made of sphear-metal, never to...
Sinucigasul
de Nikolai Erdman
Young man, do you think -- or I should say what do you think -- please don\'t interrupt me, just listen -- imagine that tomorrow at twelve noon you are going to take a revolver in your hand -- please...
An everlasting love
de Filip Ruxandra
It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...
Taming of the Shrew
de William Shakespeare
Induction, Scene I SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. Enter Hostess and SLY SLY I\'ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, you rogue! SLY Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues;...
The Self-Seeker
de Robert Frost
Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...