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Joseph Jacobs

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Joseph Jacobs (29 August 1854 - 30 January 1916) was a literary and Jewish historian. He was a writer for the Jewish Encyclopaedia and a notable folklorist, creating several noteworthy collections of fairy tales. Jacobs was born in Sydney,Australia, the son of John and Sarah Jacobs. He was educated at Sydney Grammar School and at the University of Sydney, where he won a scholarship for classics, mathematics and chemistry. He did not complete his studies in Sydney, but left for England at the age of 18 and entered St John's College, Cambridge. He graduated B.A. in 1876, and in 1877 studied at the University of Berlin. He was secretary of the Society of Hebrew Literature from 1878 to 1884, and in 1882 came into prominence as the writer of a series of articles in The Times on the persecution of Jews in Russia. This led to the formation of the mansion house fund and committee, of which Jacobs was secretary from 1882 to 1900. During these years he gave much time to anthropological studies...

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the crow

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un spectru bantuie Europa

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The Rave parties going Jester

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nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect

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The Shadow

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Ben Ber

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Alex Dan

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21 de ani,imi place singuratatea,observ si judec, imi place sa ma joc cu realitatea,scriu poezie si proza. Sper sa va placa...

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Matei Alexandru Marian

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Anca Emancipatu

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Pelin Razvan Romeo

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Florin Dumitru

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Mai multe poezii scrise de mine gasiti la varianta in engleza a site-ului... (apasati pe steagul britanic). Adresa mea de mail este floringabriel2003@yahoo.com

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Way Of The Souls

de Octav Chivulescu

ISBN 973-0-03999-2 Noita R. Ipsni WAY OF THE SOULS * OURSELVES CIVILIZATION OF THE INS SOURCE OF LIGHT ARCHAEOLOGY OF THE FUTURE COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS CHAPTER 666 TRACES IN THE SAND Computer...

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diagnosis

de Alina

diagnosis: emotional illness.neurosis.anxiety neurosis.depression.chronic depression.depressive personality. bad person.hysterical features.obsessive features.schizoid features.somatic complaints....

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Terminal

de Colin Forbes

Lui Jane — cea care se îngrijește de toate NOTA AUTORULUI Clinicile elvețiene sunt printre cele mai bune și avansate așezăminte medicale din lume. Ele asigură un standard de îngrijire fără egal....

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the dog

de George Potyng

se auzi: scârț-scârț. am tras mai aproape lanțul. sub picioare era cald. plouă? câinele din ograda vecinului spune că nu. delirez. m-am apropiat de zidul dinspre drum. - juju, juju! delirez? câinele...

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The Pasture

de Robert Frost

I\'m going out to clean the pasture spring; I\'ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the clear water, I may): I shan\'t be gone long - You come too. I\'m going out to fetch the...

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The Road Not Taken

de Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the...

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the end

de iulian cimpoeșu

te-am întâlnit înspre bara tonurilor târzii ale timpului meu erai eroina unui striptease al simțurilor maltratate de-o unică trăire te dezgoleai de tot de mine aruncai veșmintele la second-hand-ul...

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The Phœnix and the turtle

de William Shakespeare

Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, Foul precurrer of the fiend, Augur of the fever\'s...

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The Muse & The Singer

de Doru Alexandru

[link] e cântul pasilor tai de vină că urma ți-o port pășindu-ți sub umbră sfios am învățat să încetez a cutremura gânduri acum le aștern pe filamente de lumină îngerii de zapadă au cules liniștea la...

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The end?

de Mihai Meșter

Mă topesc singur pe tâmplele noastre e un fel de tic nervos mi-ai zis și denaturat m-am tăcut, as usual apoi mi-am vorbit prin tine over and over m-am săturat de voce ce ciudat, azi mâncăm un melc și...

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