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AAAbdul al-Hazred
Abdul Alhazred is a fictional character created by American horror writer H. P. Lovecraft. He is the so-called "Mad Arab" credited with authoring the imaginary book Kitab al-Azif (the Necronomicon), and as such an integral part of Cthulhu Mythos lore. Despite the existence of several hoax Necronomicons, it is clear that neither Alhazred nor his book ever existed. The name Abdul Alhazred is a pseudonym that Lovecraft created in his youth, which he took on after reading 1001 Arabian Nights at the age of about five years. The name was invented either by Lovecraft, or by Albert Baker, the Phillips family lawyer. Abdul is a common Arabic name component (but never a name by itself; additionally the ending -ul and the beginning Al- are redundant), but Alhazred may allude to Hazard, a name from Lovecraft's family tree. It might also have been a pun on "all-has-read", since Lovecraft was an avid reader in youth. Abdul Alhazred is not a real Arabic name, and seems to contain the Arabic definite...
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EMEdna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright and the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She was also known for her unconventional, bohemian lifestyle and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. Millay was born in Rockland, Maine to Cora Lounella, a nurse, and Henry Tollman Millay, a schoolteacher who would later become superintendent of schools. Her middle name derives from St. Vincent's Hospital in New York, where her uncle's life had been saved just prior to her birth. In 1904 Cora officially divorced Millay's father for financial irresponsibility, but they had been separated for some years prior. Struggling financially, Cora and her three daughters — Edna (who would later insist on being called "Vincent"), Norma, and Kathleen — moved from town to town, counting on the kindness of friends and relatives. Though poor, Cora never traveled without her trunk full of...
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NLNagy László
Nagy László (Felsõiszkáz, 1925. július 17. – Budapest, 1978. január 30.) Kossuth-díjas magyar költõ, mûfordító. Édesapja, Nagy Béla (1889-1969), elismert gazdaként különbözõ tisztségeket töltött be, bíró is volt. Festõnek készült. Édesanyja, Vas Erzsébet (1905-1995), nyárádi születésû gazdalány. A szülõk 1923-ban kötöttek házasságot, s négy gyermekük született: Izabella, Mária, László és István. Az utóbbi Ágh István néven vált ugyancsak jeles költõvé. Az elemi iskolát Felsõiszkázon (1931-1938) végezte. 1935 augusztusában csontvelõgyulladás támadta meg a lábát, többször mûtötték, közben idegek sérültek meg, így élete végéig járógép használatára kényszerült. Betegsége miatt az ötödik osztályt csak 1938-ban végezhette el, kitûnõ eredménnyel. A polgári iskolába Pápán járt (1938–41), az elsõ két évfolyamot magánúton, egy év alatt járta ki. Itt indította el a tehetséges fiút a festõ-képzõmûvész pályán A. Tóth Sándor. 1941-1945-ben a református kollégium kereskedelmi középiskolájában...
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NFNever Forgetme
nascuta pe :14 martie 1989 id YM: broken_angelforget iubireinterzisa14@yahoo.com
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MUmirela urs
Mirela Urs, 25 ani, studenta UMF Carol Davila Buc.
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AAdrian
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vasile emandache
- Nascut pe 1 iunie 1949, localitatea Chitcani, judetul Vaslui. - 1972 - membru al cenaclului "Vasile Alecsandri", - 1973 - debut literar in ziarul local "Vremea Noua" - in anii urmatori am publicat in "Convorbiri Literare", "Cronica", "Flacara" etc - 1981 - fondator al cenaclului "Musatinii" - actualmente membru al cenaclului "Ion Iancu Lefter" Sperand ca aceste puncte de reper sunt suficiente, in continuare, las versurile sa vorbeasca.
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AAArdeleanu Andreea
Critica nu poate fi decat constructiva, dar vreau sa stiti ca ceea ce scriu vine din suflet, pt suflet.
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AAlina
Just blue...for ever and for never...for now...
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Oana Cristache
"I'm longing to dive into the sea of tranquillity and drown in it to feel what I never felt before... freedom" (Lacrimas Profundere, albumul"And the wings embraced us",piesa "Autumn morning", 1996)
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Never been married
de Florin DeRoxas
Never been married For once in my life, Never been married, Never had a wife. Never been married, Life is a shit, Never been married, Never been hit. But I suffer, I suffer alone And feel like being...
life teachings
de Cristina
1.Give others more than they expect you to give and do this with joy. 2.Learn by heart your favorite poem. 3.Don’t believe all you here, don’t spent all you have and don’t sleep as much as you want....
The Poems of Sappho Part I
de Sappho
The Poetry of Sappho: Introduction By J.B Hare Imagine that two millenia or so in the future, literary experts attempt to collect the glories of our literature. Most of our paper writings have...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...
PARADISE LOST -- Book IV
de John Milton
Book IV O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, put to second rout, Came furious down to be revenged on men, Woe to the...
Poem of Unspoken Words
de raluca
From time to time i miss what i didn\'t do and i smile at the recall of all the places I\'ve never been to.. Every now and then I cry thinking of all the iloveyou-s and tender words left unsaid...
Heresy
de Dragos Angelescu
We walk this path of beaten stone For ever feeling more alone Under the eyes of gods we march In step, Following a thousand hearts of rithm Slaves of a will We've never been aware of. We march, our...
TAKE THIS WALTZ
de Leonard Cohen
now in Vienna are ten pretty women there\'s a shoulder where death comes to cry there\'s a lobby with nine hundred windows there\'s a tree where the doves go to die there\'s a piece that was torn...
The Matrix
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Classes, hours streets... The VETO right over sunrise, heads of concrete... As water takes the shape of the vase, So does man take the elaborate shape of the maze in its underscored power. Witness to...
atunci m-au luat
de Catalin Pavel
atunci m-au luat. eram în stație la Drept, așteptam ceva, nu știu ce, poate o intervenție miraculoasă, să mă ducă la Universitate. pe vremea aia cînd ajungeam undeva și mă opream și începeam să...