"Deceivers" – 19 rezultate
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PLPhilip Larkin
Philip Arthur Larkin, CH, CBE, FRSL (9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985) is commonly regarded as one of the greatest English poets of the latter half of the twentieth century. He was also a novelist and a jazz critic. He spent almost all of his working life as a university librarian. He first came to prominence with the publication in 1955 of his second collection of poems, The Less Deceived, which was followed by The Whitsun Weddings in 1964 and High Windows in 1974. He was offered the Poet Laureateship following the death of John Betjeman in 1984, but he declined the honour. Larkin was born in the city of Coventry. From 1930 to 1940 he was educated at King Henry VIII School in Coventry and, in October 1940, in the midst of the Second World War, he went up to St John's College, Oxford, to read English language and literature. Having been rejected for military service because of his poor eyesight, he was able, unlike many of his contemporaries, to follow the traditional full-length...
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Interview cu o mireasa
de adrian grauenfels
MOTTO: Many believe that Che Guevara is one of the greatest revolutionaries and greatest Latin Americans to ever live. Mr. Sartre says that he was a complete man. Looking at his life, one can see...
Sonnet XL
de William Shakespeare
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. Then...
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...
Gerontion
de T.S. Eliot
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. I was neither at the hot gates Nor...
Something missing inside you
de Ciu Radu
Tonight there\'s something missing Right inside you… And I think it is your heart, I hold you in my arms, And yet you are apart… I wonder aimlessly around, How did this start? Tonight, there\'s...
Sonnet IV
de William Shakespeare
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty\'s legacy? Nature\'s bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why...
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...
On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense
de Friedrich Nietzsche
On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense (1873) By Friedrich Nietzsche Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there...
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...
To Silvia
de Giacomo Leopardi
Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and you, light and thoughtful, went beyond girlhood’s limits? The quiet rooms and...
ITHAKA
de Constantinos Kavafis
When setting out upon your way to Ithaca, wish always that your course be long, full of adventure, full of lore. Of the Laestrygones and of the Cyclopes, of an irate Poseidon never be afraid; such...
Sonet CXIII de William Shakespeare
de Cristian Vasiliu
La despărțire, irisul, spre minte S-a reîntors și visul mi-l veghează; Juma\'te-nchis, se străduie cuminte Să mai arunce-n juru-mi câte-o rază, Dar nu trimite inimii-mpietrite Conturul clar de aripi...
Sonet CXIII
de William Shakespeare
La despărțire, irisul, spre minte S-a reîntors și visul mi-l veghează; Juma\'te-nchis, se străduie cuminte Să mai arunce-n juru-mi câte-o rază, Dar nu trimite inimii-mpietrite Conturul clar de aripi...
Sonet IV
de William Shakespeare
De ce-ai cărat, risipitoare undă, O moștenire-a frumuseții-n spate? Când a naturii lege se afundă În inimi dezgolite și curate: De ce-abuzezi, zgârcenie nebună, De bogația ce n-ai dat-o încă? De ce,...
Anni-Lorei Mainka. „Jurnal pe bilete de autobuz”– „Fragmentar despre trecere”
de florin caragiu
Volumul „Jurnal pe bilete de autobuz” al lui Anni-Lorei Mainka (Ed. Brumar, 2010) mizează pe valorificarea catabolismelor dulci, amintindu-ne de Milan Kundera, mentorul poeziei micilor catabolisme....
Sonet IV
de Cristian Vasiliu
Sonet IV (traducere/adaptare după W. Shakespeare) Varianta I (2016) Copil nesocotit, de ce-n iubirea De sine-ți cheltui darul frumuseții? Nu-ți dă nimic, ci-ți împrumută Firea Vremelnic doar din...
Marie, veneam azi pe drumul de Vaslui (fara rana din pulpa, evident:) ) si ascultam la cd player Smokie, melodia Stranger. in mod aproape evident, aceasta este singura \"vinovata\" de tot restul scris...
la Străina de Florina Daniela Florea
Știu că ce am să scriu aici îmi va crea mulți dușmani sau antipatii. Dar, cred că prefer prietenia conștiinței mele înaintea prieteniei oricui altcuiva. Vreau să precizez de la bun început două lucrur...
la Tot un experiment si acesta de Silvia Van