"I Saw a Chapel" – 21104 rezultate
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Ioan 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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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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Bruce Springsteen
Born on 23 September 1949, Freehold, New Jersey, USA. As the world\'s greatest living rock \'n\' roll star, Bruce Springsteen has unconsciously proved former Rolling Stone critic Jon Landau totally correct. Landau appeared smug and brave when he made the arrogant statement in 1974, \"I saw rock \'n\' roll future, and its name is Bruce Springsteen\". Prior to that, Springsteen had paid his dues, playing in local bands around New Jersey, notably with the Castiles, Earth, Steel Mill and Dr Zoom And The Sonic Boom, before he settled as the Bruce Springsteen Band with David Sancious (keyboards), Gary Tallent (bass), Clarence Clemons (saxophone), Steven Van Zandt (guitar), Danny Federici (keyboards), and Vini Lopez (drums). Following an introduction to CBS Records A&R legend John Hammond, Springsteen was signed as a solo artist; the company sensed a future Bob Dylan. Springsteen ignored their plans and set about recording his debut with the band Greetings From Asbury Park N.J.. The album...
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am 18 ani shi sunt in kl.11-a..alte momente marcante- am terminat shkoala de piktura, iar akum incerk sa skriu...
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I.O. Suceveanu
I.O. Suceveanu, pe numele său adevărat Ion Olaru (n. 12 februarie 1905, satul Baineț, județul Suceava - d. 30 septembrie 1960, Sibiu) a fost un poet român. Biografie I.O. Suceveanu s-a născut la data de 12 februarie 1905, în satul Baineț (aflat astăzi în județul Suceava), din părinții Onofrei și Marina Olaru și a primit la naștere numele de Ion. A absolvit cursurile Școlii Tehnice Aeronautice (1921-1925), după care a predat ca profesor la Școala de meserii din satul Racovița (județul Olt). A lucrat ca maistru militar și telegrafist până în anul 1945, când a fost trecut în rezervă. Este angajat, apoi, ca tehnician la Întreprinderea Regională de Electricitate Sibiu. A încetat din viață la data de 30 septembrie 1960, în orașul Sibiu. Ion Olaru s-a remarcat ca poet, scriind sub pseudonimul I.O. Suceveanu. A debutat în revista "Ramuri" din Mediaș în anul 1933. De-a lungul vremii, a colaborat la diverse publicații literare și a editat revista "Darul" (1935-1936). În anul 1942 a primit...
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I Saw a Chapel
de William Blake
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