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William WordsworthWW

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth was born on April 17, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in the Lake District. His father was John Wordsworth, Sir James Lowther\'s attorney. The magnificent landscape deeply affected Wordsworth\'s imagination and gave him a love of nature. He lost his mother when he was eight and five years later his father. The domestic problems separated Wordsworth from his beloved and neurotic sister Dorothy, who was a very important person in his life. With the help of his two uncles, Wordsworth entered a local school and continued his studies at Cambridge University. Wordsworth made his debut as a writer in 1787, when he published a sonnet in The European Magazine . In that same year he entered St. John\'s College, Cambridge, from where he took his B.A. in 1791. During a summer vacation in 1790 Wordsworth went on a walking tour through revolutionary France and also traveled in Switzerland. On his second journey in France, Wordsworth had an affair with a French girl, Annette...

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Renée VivienRV

Renée Vivien

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Renée Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (11 June 1877 - 18 November 1909) was a British poet who wrote in the French language.[1][2] She took to heart all the mannerisms of Symbolism, as one of the last poets to claim allegiance to the school. Her compositions include sonnets, hendecasyllabic verse, and prose poetry. Vivien was born in London, England to a wealthy British father and an American mother from Jackson, Michigan. She grew up in Paris and London. Upon inheriting her father's fortune at 21, she emigrated permanently to France. In Paris, Vivien's dress and lifestyle were as notorious among the bohemian set as was her verse. She lived lavishly, as an open lesbian, and carried on a well-known affair with American heiress and writer Natalie Clifford Barney. She also harbored a lifelong obsession with her closest childhood friend and neighbor, Violet Shillito – a relationship that remained unconsummated. In 1900 Vivien abandoned this chaste love, when the great romance with Natalie...

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Félix Lope de Vega y CarpioFC

Félix Lope de Vega y Carpio

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Félix Lope de Vega y Carpio (n. 25 noiembrie 1562, Madrid — d. 27 august 1635) a fost un scriitor spaniol, considerat unul din cei mai importanți poeți și dramaturgi ai „Secolului de aur” al literaturii spaniole. Volumul mare al operelor sale îl încadrează între cei mai prolifici autori ai literaturii universale. Numit „Phoenixul ingeniului” de către unii și „Monstrul Naturii” de către Miguel de Cervantes, Lope de Vega a fost creatorul „formulei” teatrului clasic spaniol, operele sale reprezentându-se și în actualitate în cadrul festivalelor de teatru clasic. Este de asemenea unul dintre marii poeți de expresie spaniolă și continuă să influențeze tineri scriitori. Este autorul a 3000 de sonete, 3 romane, 4 nuvele, 9 epopee, 3 poeme didactice și a sute de comedii (1800, conform lui Juan Pérez de Montalbán); a cultivat toate speciile literare, cu excepția nuvelei picarești. Atât viața, cât și opera lui Lope de Vega au fost caracterizate de o exuberanță extremă. A fost prieten cu Quevedo...

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oana

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m-am nascut intr-o zi de mai... ceea ce mi-a adus mult noroc dar si dezamagiri... ce nu m-a omorat m-a facut mai puternica

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hirit aurelia

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popovici cornelia

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Ardelean AlexandraAA

Ardelean Alexandra

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Incerc sa ma descriu cautand in adancul sufletului,dar gasesc doar mici urme de amintiri si picuri de gheata cristalizati.Ochii mei se afunda in apele verzi,iar parul meu luceste distinctiv in razele soarelui acum intunecat.Cine sunt eu? Asta nu voi stii niciodata.

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Sonnet LVI

de William Shakespeare

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay\'d, To-morrow sharpen\'d in his former might: So, love, be thou; although...

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Sonnet XXVI

de William Shakespeare

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May...

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Sonnet LI

de William Shakespeare

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is no need. O, what excuse will my poor...

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Sonnet LXII

de William Shakespeare

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my heart. Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, No...

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Sonnet LXIII

de William Shakespeare

Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time\'s injurious hand crush\'d and o\'er-worn; When hours have drain\'d his blood and fill\'d his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn...

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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...

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Sonnet X

de William Shakespeare

For shame! deny that thou bear\'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lovest is most evident; For thou art so...

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Sonnet CXVI

de William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on...

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Sonnet XIII

de William Shakespeare

O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some other give. So should that...

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Sonnet XLVII

de William Shakespeare

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish\'d for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love\'s...

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