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John James OsborneJO

John James Osborne

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English dramatist. He began his theatrical career as an actor and playwright in provincial English repertory theaters. Osborne\'s plays usually focus on an individual character and the sheer force of his language rather than on action. His first commercial success was Look Back in Anger (1956), concerning a restless and vociferous young man of the working class who is at war with himself and society; it became the seminal work for the so-called angry young men. His other plays depict the frustration of living without hope in a world filled with false values. Among Osborne\'s other plays are The Entertainer (1957), Luther (1961), Inadmissible Evidence (1964), A Patriot for Me (1965), The End of Me Old Cigar (1974), Watch It Come Down (1976), and Déjà vu (1991). He also wrote the screenplay for Tom Jones (1963).

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Anne Bronte

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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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the restless keyboard (chinuind tastatura)

de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu

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To a restless soul

de adrian rentea

O minte limpede îmi ceri seninul cerului de mai să-l zugrăvesc și mai senin cum aș putea când deasupra-mi am norul nedumeririi de a cărui umbră însuși Eliade se ascundea ah cu o minte limpede câte ai...

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FIGHTING DRAGONS

de Popescu Florin

Falling down on my knees I\'m waiting for your love -Go home and wait for me He saies -Talk to me I\'m here- No -Go home and wait for me -Dragons of love live in me Restless All I ask is you love -Go...

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Beginning

de Cristina Lițoiu

Beginning If we summarize all the grief, that we feel for those who die inside us the death will become absolute: univers and life limited by regret and restless. I fall, in waste of thoughts, in...

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The magic in our words

de Andrei Dumitrescu

The magic in our words sells us to our stories tonight, As the sharpest swords share destinies untold by the dripping blood, hanging by the edge of the dark blades deceiving timeless snakes Wild and...

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îngeri sub acoperire

de Mirela Lungu

uneori îmi imaginez că un înger veghează asupra gândurilor mele perverse are grijă să mi le întrerupă și să le împiedice transformarea in real life dorințe pătimașe aruncă în aer cupluri mature cu...

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dragă alma

de Alina Florica Stasiuc

ce aș mai crește eu în colivia coastelor mele dacă nu ai fi tu dragă alma cum ar urla a pustiu sufletul meu indigo și cum ar muți dacă nu ai fi tu dragă alma cum mi-aș alinta toate bolile cum mi-aș...

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Dormi frumos păpuşa mea

de Miruna Gavaz

Volare ohoh cantare ohohohoh Bolnavă mă vând plâng și cânt Felice felie de vânt Bai latupelpalegria macarena E tupel tupagal alegriai coza buena Bai latupelpalegria macarena Eeeeee macarena Aaaaai....

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Goblin Market

de Christina Rossetti

MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: \"Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries- Melons and raspberries,...

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Be...

de Andrei Dumitrescu

Be silent, don\'t speak, don\'t listen, don\'t think, be real, don\'t breathe, just feel, don\'t think, Be happy, don\'t crawl, be careful how you fall, Be loved, be ignored, Be free, be adored, Be...

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Iubitii Diavolului

de Doru Alexandru

I Karin Mi s-a parut ca picuri de sange cad din soare ca totul arde fara pic de vlaga; - Fereste-te de semnul acela copila, fereste-te de el… Erau spusele unui preot de la parohia ei cand acesta o...

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The Witch of Coos

de Robert Frost

I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They did all the talking. MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits She could call up...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book VIII

de John Milton

Book VIII The Angel ended, and in Adam\'s ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What...

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Porn meditation

de Theodor Emilian Barbu

Porn has ruined it for me. I mean now I can never be with a girl who is less than perfect. Pretty just won’t do it anymore. It seems this is my curse. It’s hard even to talk to the ugly ones. That...

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The Star-Splitter

de Robert Frost

`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something I should have done by...

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Închipuire campestră

de George Lână

Urâtul se instala odată cu iarna în fibrele satului ce ne găzduia simultan fiecare din noi se trudea să reziste erai de departe numărul unu în top singura dăscăliță din zonă amirosind a frumos și...

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Sans mots

de Raluca-Stefania Mihai

Une pluie triste, les regards oubliés sur les vitres du ciel... in tacere, cerul-si plange uitarea sans les lettres de l\'aube on ne sait rien! donc pourquoi pas faire ses adieux? imi stergeai...

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Magdalen Walks

de Oscar Wilde

The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March, The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch Sways and swings as the thrush...

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