"Tell me why…" – 2931 rezultate
0.02 secundeMeilisearchHancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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MWMax Waller
Léopold-Nicolas-Maurice-Édouard Warlomont, mieux connu sous son nom de plume Max Waller (Bruxelles, 24 février 1860 - Saint-Gilles, 6 mars 1889) est un poète belge. Il est l'un des fondateurs de la revue littéraire La Jeune Belgique* en 1881. Max Waller avait vingt ans en 1880 lorsqu’un groupe de jeunes écrivains, enthousiastes comme lui, prirent conscience de l’originalité de leurs œuvres et que, dans le vaste empire de la littérature française, existait une littérature belge dont les caractères spécifiques s’affirmaient. C’est ainsi qu’ils fondèrent en 1880, la Jeune Revue Littéraire qui en 1881, prit pour titre définitif «La Jeune Belgique» et pour emblème un écusson barré de la fière devise «Ne crains». Bientôt un public lettré, en Belgique et à l’étranger, comprit l’importance de ce mouvement qui lui révélait la littérature belge et le talent d’une pléiade d’écrivains, collaborateurs de la revue, tel que Camille Lemonnier, Maurice Maeterlinck, Emile...
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AJAnkh Joker
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person. Hi
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Anca Sandu
not much to tell...
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CFCarmen Fenesan
"Well. I'll tell you somethin' about your famous future. Every day I wake up, it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this future thing exists." (Titan AE)
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Anisia Mădălina Sara Trandafir
22.12.1982 / 21.09.1985 Well. It used to be some way. Now, it's just a little bit strange. But I cannot tell the difference!
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mosh craciun
liceu teologic facultate de litere (engleza franceza) cenaclist in facultate ziarist amator la un cotidian apoi redactor cultura-tineret la un saptamanal time will tell what next...
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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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Felicia Mariana Orban
"Nu sunt ce par a fi - Nu sunt Nimic din ce-aș fi vrut să fiu! Dar fiindcă m-am născut fără să știu, Sau prea curând Sau poate prea târziu... M-am resemnat, ca orice bun creștin, Si n-am rămas decât..." Cea care sunt!... Mai concret: Numele meu este, așa cum scrie in caseta de sus, Felicia Mariana Orban. Data nașteri: 7 februarie 1978. 1993 – 1997 Liceul Teoretic "Al. I Cuza" – Ploiești (profilul Chimie – Biologie) 1998 – 2002 Facultatea de Limbi și Literaturi Străine din cadrul Universității "Spiru Haret" București, specializarea Engleză – Germană. Momentan… visătoare. În viitorul apropiat… profesoară. Mai târziu… time will tell! După cum se vede, n-ar fi prea multe de spus despre mine. Cum am început să scriu: îmi aduc vag aminte că am scris câteva poezii prin clasele primare (parca erau despre mama…), dar la modul serios am început să scriu în liceu. O părere negativă m-a făcut însă să renunț la un moment dat și am reînceput să scriu acum un an și trei luni, adică prin februarie...
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FSFriedrich von Schiller
*10.11.1759 in Marbach, +09.05.1805 in Weimar Friedrich Schiller studierte auf der Hohen Karlsschule in Stuttgart Recht und Medizin. Die drakonische Erziehung an dieser Schule hat seinen legendären Freiheitsdrang wesentlich geprägt. Das erste Drama Schillers, „Die Räuber“ (1781), ist die künstlerische Ernte seiner jugendlichen Abrechnung mit der herzoglichen Willkür. Weitere dramatische Werke im Geist der Sturm-und-Drang-Bewegung flossen aus Schillers Feder in den Jahren 1783 – 1784: „Die Verschwörung des Fiesco zu Genua“ und „Kabale und Liebe“. Seine Dramen „Don Carlos“, „Wallenstein“, „Maria Stuart“, „Die Jungfrau von Orleans“, „Die Braut von Messina“ und „Wilhelm Tell“ trugen wesentlich zum Erfolg der deutschen Klassik bei. Von Schillers lyrischen Werken sind besonders die Balladen (zumindest die Titel) für viele Menschen heute noch ein Begriff: „Der Taucher“, „Der Ring des Polykrates“, „Die Kraniche des Ibykus“, „Die Bürgschaft“. Auch als Historiker hat Schiller sich versucht....
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Prostia mea sau Manifest împotriva voastră
de Doru Alexandru
De ce prostia mea? Pentru ca mă las influențat de voi… Pentru ca voi… cei atât de orbi in a-mi înțelege cuvintele nu știți sa citiți, pentru ca pe voi încerc eu sa va înduplec prin ceea ce scriu. De...
Prima Iubire
de Filip Ruxandra
Motto: I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Seasons came and changed the time When I grew up, I called him mine He...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 8) ACT IV SCENE VI Another room in the castle. [Enter HORATIO and a Servant] HORATIO What are they that would speak with me? Servant Sailors, sir: they say they have...
Cyber Lesson Learned
de Ohm
A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...
Dialogue Between a Priest and a Dying Man (1782)
de Donatien Alphonse François, marquis de Sade
PRIEST - Come to this the fatal hour when at last from the eyes of deluded man the scales must fall away, and be shown the cruel picture of his errors and his vices - say, my son, do you not repent...
Promise land - America
de Florin DeRoxas
Show me a way That I should understand: Why is America The promise land? Tell me the story That you want to sell, And maybe, just maybe, I will understand: Why everybody Is saying that, When in this...
just a song I like right now
de Alina
It could be all so simple but you'd rather make it hard loving you is like a battle and we both end up with scars Tell me who I have to be to get some reciprocity no one loves you more than me and no...
MORE THAN THIS
de Diana Buftea
I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night, Who can say where they´re blowing? As free as the wind And hopefully learning Why the sea on the side Has no way of...
The Axe Helve
de Robert Frost
I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...
The Use and Abuse of History
de Friedrich Nietzsche
The Use and Abuse of History (1878) By Friedrich Nietzsche Forward \"Incidentally, I despise everything which merely instructs me without increasing or immediately enlivening my activity.\" These are...