"Forget or forgive" – 187 rezultate
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EAEnder Alexandru
Angels laughing... they don’t, they forgot how or won’t In this wasteland of sorrow where we all lost a soul
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Ana Maria Dicu
forget it
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TDTeo Dobre
What happened to this song we once knew so well? Signed promise for moments caught within the spell... What happened to wonders we once knew so well? Did we forget what happened, surely we can't tell...
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ABAnne Bronte
Anne Bronte s-a nascut la 17 ianuarie 1820 la Thornton, Yorkshire, Anglia. Era cel mai mic dintre cei sase copii ai reverendului Patrick si a sotiei sale Maria Bronte. Alaturi de celelalte doua surori ale sale, Charlotte si Emily si de fratele Branwell, ea a supravietuit mamei, care moare in 1821, si altor doua surori, Maria si Elizabeth, care au decedat in acelasi an – 1825. Cea mai mica dintre surorile Bronte, Anne a ramas in istoria literaturii britanice ca romancier si poet. Initial ea a folosit ca si surorile sale un pseudonim masculin, Acton Bell, pentru a publica in prima lor carte – de fapt una dintre primele carti publicate exclusiv de catre autori-femei. In volumul lor de debut POEMS BY CURRER, ELLIS AND ACTON BELL (Poeme de Currer, Ellis si Acton Bell, 1846, vandut in doar doua exemplare) Anne isi exprima dorinta de libertate “Poor restless dove, I pity thee; / And when I hear thy plaintive moan, / I mourn for thy captivity, / And in thy woes forget mine own.” – Biata...
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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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Ovidiu Tarau
There's no rain...the raindrops are God's tears for mankind forgot how to love with all the heart...
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Denia
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
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JCJean Cocteau
Jean Maurice Eugène Clément Cocteau, né le 5 juillet 1889 à Maisons-Laffitte, mort le 11 octobre 1963 à Milly-la-Forêt, est un poète français, artiste aux multiples talents, graphiste, dessinateur, auteur de théâtre, mais aussi cinéaste. Il fut élu à l\'Académie française en 1955. Il compte parmi les artistes qui ont marqué leur époque et côtoya la plupart de ceux qui animèrent la vie artistique de son époque. Œuvres Œuvres littéraires Poésie * 1909 : La Lampe d\'Aladin * 1910 : Le Prince frivole * 1912 : La Danse de Sophocle * 1919 : Ode à Picasso - Le Cap de Bonne-Espérance * 1920 : Escale - Poésies (1917-1920) * 1922 : Vocabulaire * 1923 : La Rose de François - Plain-Chant * 1925 : Cri écrit * 1926 : L\'Ange Heurtebise * 1927 : Opéra * 1934 : Mythologie * 1939 : Énigmes * 1941 : Allégories * 1945 : Léone * 1946 : La Crucifixion * 1948 : Poèmes * 1952 : Le Chiffre sept - La Nappe du Catalan (en collaboration avec Georges Hugnet) * 1953 : Dentelles d\'éternité - Appoggiatures * 1954...
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GHGerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J. (28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889), was an English poet, Roman Catholic convert, and Jesuit priest, whose 20th-century fame established him posthumously among the leading Victorian poets. His experimental explorations in prosody (especially sprung rhythm) and his use of imagery established him as a daring innovator in a period of largely traditional verse. He was educated at Highgate School and then Balliol College, Oxford, where he studied classics. Hopkins was an unusually sensitive student and poet, as witnessed by his class-notes and early poetic pieces. It was at Oxford that he forged a friendship with Robert Bridges (eventual Poet Laureate of England) which would be of importance in his development as a poet, and his posthumous acclaim. Hopkins began his time in Oxford as a keen socialite and prolific poet, but he seemed to have alarmed himself with the changes in his behaviour that resulted, and he became more studious and began recording his sins in his...
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RCRené-Guy Cadou
René Guy Cadou est un poète français, né le 15 février 1920 à Sainte-Reine-de-Bretagne en Loire-Atlantique et décédé le 20 mars 1951 à Louisfert également en Loire-Atlantique. Né en 1920 à Sainte Reine de Bretagne, au cœur du marais de Grande Brière il est fils d’instituteurs laïques et vit une enfance heureuse. Il grandit dans une ambiance de préaux d’écoles, de rentrées des classes, de beauté des automnes, de scènes de chasse et de vie paysanne qui deviendront plus tard une source majeure de son inspiration poétique : « Mon père s’y plaisait en costume de chasse, Nous y avions de tendres rendez-vous… » Puis viendra à l’adolescence, le départ à Nantes pour le lycée, la mort de sa mère Anna, qui plongera l’adolescent dans une mélancolie profonde. La nostalgie de Sainte Reine et de cette enfance terrienne, végétale et heureuse hantera plus tard sa poésie lyrique. Brancardiers de l'aube (Les feuillets de l'Ilôt - 1937) Forges du vent (Sagesse - 1938) Retour de flamme (Les Cahiers de la...
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absinth. two.
de Leonard Ancuta
or să înflorească pomii în ianuarie. fetele își vor pune cercei bărbații vor dezgheța fîntînile și noi o să ne iubim. femeile din satul meu or să brodeze alte baticuri, mama o să aducă apă cu două...
Light As The Breeze
de Leonard Cohen
She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it, it don\'t matter how you worship as long as you\'re...
Tonight\'s First Prayer
de Dan Waniek
Tonight, Lord, the sad moment just coming When I so crave Thy sweet presence... Amen. I beg You to drop some strength from Thy Word Just one or two sounds to watch me abroad, When my heart in exile...
Proverbs of Hell
de William Blake
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid...
Carpe nihil
de Iris Barbulescu
\"I will not know joy, Until I will learn to forget Or until you will remember\" Vino, dar! E caldă disperarea Iar tăcerea cea din urmă Este miere, pe vârful limbii tale Acum rece. Vino! Nu gândi...
If you forget me
de Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body...
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...
Albastru
de Ioana Veronica Epure
Just a perfect day you made me forget myself I thought I was someone else someone good (Lou Reed) Pentru că tu îmi ziceai mereu că se poate, că cerul poate să fie mereu albastru, pentru că deasupra...
ANTHEM
de Leonard Cohen
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don’t dwell on what has passed away Or what is yet to be. The wars they will be fought again The holy dove be caught again Bought...
Sonnet XXIII
de William Shakespeare
As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength\'s abundance weakens his own heart. So I, for fear of...