"Clouds above the town of Toledo" – 164 rezultate
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APAlexandra Pop
A story with ups and downs..always following the silver line of the clouds...
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PCPierre de Saint Cloud
This skillful and cultured poet brought the adventures of Renart the Fox, known previously only in Latin, to a wider, French-speaking public. The two earliest branches of the Roman de Renart, II and Va (ca. 1174–77), which relate the love affair of Renart and Hersent the she-wolf, are attributed to him. Though he imitated Ysengrimus for three episodes (“Renart and Chantecler,” “Renart and the Titmouse,” “Renart and Hersent”) and Marie de France for another (“The Fox and the Crow”), “Renart and Tibert the Cat” is his own invention. He pokes fun at the legal system, pontifical legates and certain religious institutions, princes and nobles, through a subtle parody, intended largely to evoke laughter, of the chansons de geste and Arthurian romance. He was read and imitated by French and foreign authors of beast epics, such as Jacquemart Gielée, Heinrich der Glîchezâre, and Chaucer), by fabulists and writers of exempla (Eudes de Cheriton, Nicole Bozon, Jacques de Vitry), and by Philippe de...
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Suciu Cristian Nicolae
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ioana alexandrescu
studenta la facultatea de sociologie, anul I...
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CSCleo Sand
Personaj, secundar sau nu Imi port aripile intr-un cub cu un colt lipsa (am invatat de la Nichita ca acel colt il salveaza de perfectiune) Aripi mecanice desenate, nu stiu cum, intr-un cristal. Am zborul, dar nu il pot atinge am aripile, dar nu-mi mai vin bine.
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ISIsabella Simon
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catindatu mihai
Daca ma gandesc la propia-mi viata sunt tentat sa o compar cu trecerea prin anotimpul primaverii si al verii , atunci a fost copilaria si tineretea iar toamna ar fi tot o tinerete dar mai matura,mai plina de miez,de amintiri.Iarna nu stii cand incepe in viata ta pentru ca de fapt tot restul vietii ne pregatim pentru acel drum spre propriul Pol Sud. Mi-am petrecut anii intre masini si masinarii,in miros de sudura,de ulei incins,am trait si inca traiesc alaturi de truditorii fierului,e o arta ciudata pentru ca de fapt orice meserie e o arta si are artistii ei ,din pacate anonimi pentru ca nimeni n-o sa fie extaziat de o roata dintata sau de un strung. Mi-a placut mereu muzica ,de fapt sufletului meu i-a placut sa se inconjoare de muzica si cand ma simt dezamagit si foarte trist ascult piesa "Ocean cloud"cu Marillion.Sper ca pot sa transmit ceva bun din sufletul meu ,din modestia si intelegerea mea pentru ceilalti.
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MFMaurice Fombeure
Maurice Fombeure, né à Jardres (Vienne) le 23 septembre 1906 et mort à Paris le 1er janvier 1981, est un écrivain et poète français. Issu d\'une famille d\'agriculteurs du Poitou, il fit ses études au collège puis à l\'École normale de Poitiers. Poursuivant ses études à l\'École normale supérieure de Saint-Cloud, il fut ensuite professeur de lettres dans des lycées parisiens, mais resta toujours très attaché à sa région natale. Très actif dans les milieux littéraires de la capitale, il a obtenu le Grand Prix de poésie de la Ville de Paris en 1958. Un musée lui est consacré à Bonneuil-Matours. On y retrouve des originaux de ses œuvres ainsi que de nombreux effets personnels de l\'écrivain. Œuvres Images de la nuit (Sagesse, 1935) Les Moulins de la parole (La Hune, 1936) Bruits de la terre (Debresse, 1937) Maléfices des fontaines (Feuillets de l\'Îlot, 1939) À pas de souris (Carnets de l\'oiseau-mouche, 1939) Chansons du sommeil léger (Debresse, 1941) D\'amour et d\'aventure (Debresse,...
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The Code
de Robert Frost
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a...
As I lay here
de Andrei Dumitrescu
As I lay here spilling out my blood to the unkind world this grimfull night, My wishes become demons, my visions, seeings on other grounds with round tables burning clouds above time as the only love...
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...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VI
de John Milton
Book VI All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven\'s wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand Unbarred the gates of light. There is a cave...
Canto 49
de Ezra Pound
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight Under the cabin roof was one lantern. The reeds are heavy; bent; and...
I dream
de Crăița Șerbănescu
I dream of things that can not be I dream and in my dreams I fly And that is me or that is I But matters not of dreams or real It is the way I truly feel And deep inside I know of love And in the sky...
Dive in my vein
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Dive in my vein, I\'m alive... Feel my pain strifeing outside the walls, Take a dive down the pipes into my soul, Dig into my story... your wing on my clouds, your Ming dinasty nails into my hair,...
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
de Samuel Taylor Coleridge
PART THE FIRST. It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. “By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?” “The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am...
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...
Inabikari (稲光 - Fulger)
de Marian C Ghilea
黒雲や 我が陰にげる 稲光 Kuro kumo ya Waga kage nigeru Inabikari Norul cel negru Umbra-mi o ia la fugă Fulgerul cade La nigra nubo...
PARADISE LOST --Book XI
de John Milton
Book XI Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most severe, What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone? So spake our father...
PARADISE LOST -- Book III
de John Milton
Book III Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam\'d? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity,...