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0.01 secundeMeilisearchPhilip MacDonald
Philip MacDonald (November 5, 1900, London — December 10, 1980, Woodland Hills, California) was an English author of thrillers. MacDonald was the grandson of the writer George MacDonald and son of the author Ronald MacDonald and the actress Constance Robertson. During World War I he served with the British cavalry in Mesopotamia, later trained horses for the army, and was a show jumper. He also raised Great Danes. After marrying the writer F. Ruth Howard, he moved to Hollywood in 1931. He was one of the most popular mystery writers of the 1930s, and between 1931 and 1963 wrote many screenplays along with a few radio and television scripts. His detective novels, particularly those featuring his series detective Anthony Gethryn, are primarily "whodunnits" with the occasional locked room mystery. His novel X v. Rex (1933), aka The Mystery of The Dead Police, is an early example of what has become known as a serial killer novel (before the term "serial killer' was coined), in which an...
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Seamus Heaney
Seamus Heaney (born 13 April 1939) is an Irish poet, writer and lecturer who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1995. He currently lives in Dublin. Seamus Heaney was born on April 13, 1939 into a family of nine children at the family farmhouse called Mossbawn, between Castledawson and Toomebridge in Northern Ireland. In 1953, his family moved to Bellaghy, a few miles away, which is now the family home. His father, Patrick Heaney, owned and worked a small farm of fifty acres in County Londonderry, but his real commitment was to cattle-dealing, to which he was introduced by the uncles who had cared for him after the early death of his own parents. Seamus' mother came from the McCann family, whose uncles and relations were employed in the local linen mill and whose aunt had worked as a maid to the mill owners' family. The poet has commented on the fact that his parentage thus contains both the Ireland of the cattle-herding Gaelic past and the Ulster of the Industrial...
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Roxana Lunganu
CURRICULUM VITAE Name: Lunganu Nicoleta-Roxana Date of Birth: 17 July 1986 Address: Carpati Street, bl.410, sc. C, et 1, ap.4,Rosiorii de Vede, jud. Teleorman Education/Qualifications: 1993-2001 “Mihai Eminescu” School, Rosiorii de Vede 2001-2005 “Anastasescu National College”, Mathematics-Informatics-Bilingual, Rosiorii de Vede Work Experience: April 2005 Articles of literary critique in the local newspaper September 2004 Publications in the “Anastasescu National College”’s newspaper July 2003 Publications of art and culture in a local newspaper in Iasi September, November, December 2002-articles in local newspaper and in “Anastasescu National College”’s newspaper. 2004-2005 Collaboration with the teachers’ board in Teleorman at a common publication of poetry, literary critique and essays. Other Information: *English, French, German *Basic Japanese *Dynamism *Interests:traveling, learning foreign languages, communicating, dancing. Referees: Ali-Izi Bucur (Teacher) Marasesti Street ,...
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Evtim Evtimov
Născut 28 octombrie 1933 - Petrich - Bulgaria Opera poetică: 1959 - Pleoape treze 1962 - Leagăn sub culmi 1964, 1970, 1974 - Baladele Pirinului 1966 - Iubire pentru iubire 1967 - Lirice 1968, 1972 - Poem pentru Bulgaria 1969 - Omul 1969 - Vulturul Pirinului 1971 - Nopți 1972 - Pământ bulgar 1972 - Floare de castan 1974 - Iubire pentru iubire (Versuri alese) 1975, 1978 - Vinul ales 1977 - Rotirea vulturilor 1979 - Cântece de ritual 1980 - Nopți Born October 28, 1933 in Petrich. Evtim Evtimov is a Bulgarian poet, author of some of the most beautiful love poems. Graduate of the Institute for Elementary School Teachers in Petrich. Former teacher, program director of the Petrich radio, secretary of the local community centre, head of "Poetry" section and director of "People's Youth" Publishing House, deputy editor-in-chief of "Flame" magazine, editor-in-chief of "Literary Front" newspaper and of "Patriotism" magazine. Author of the poetry books "Awake Eyelids", "Pirin Ballads", "Love for...
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lewis carroll
Lewis Carroll [pseudonym of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson] (1832-1898), English author, mathematician, and Anglican clergyman wrote Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865); Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next….then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty: (Ch. 1) And thus begins Alice’s fantastical adventures that have endured in their popularity for over a century, influencing contemporary authors, artists, musicians and inspiring adaptations to the stage and screen. Carroll’s particular mix of creativity, fantasy, word play, satire, nonsense, and dry wit have gained him iconic status in popular culture with...
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī, but known to the English-speaking world simply as Rumi, (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, Islamic jurist, theologian, and mystic. Rūmī is a descriptive name meaning "the Roman" since he lived most of his life in an area called Rūm because it was once ruled by the Byzantine Empire. According to tradition, Rumi was born in Balkh, Khorasan (now in Afghanistan), the hometown of his father's family. Scholars, however, argue that he was most likely born in Wakhsh, a small town located at the river Wakhsh in what is now Tajikistan. Wakhsh belonged to the larger province of Balkh, and in the year Rumi was born, his father was an appointed scholar there. Both these cities were at the time included in the Greater Persian cultural sphere of Khorasan, the easternmost province of historical Persia, and were...
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Jalal ad-Dīn Muhammad Rumi
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī, and popularly known as Mowlānā but known to the English-speaking world simply as Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian (Tajik) Muslim poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. Rūmī is a descriptive name meaning "the Roman" since he lived most of his life in an area called Rūm because it was once ruled by the Eastern Roman Empire. It is likely that he was born in the village of Wakhsh, a small town located at the river Wakhsh in what is now Tajikistan. Wakhsh belonged to the larger province of Balkh, and in the year Rumi was born, his father was an appointed scholar there. Both these cities were at the time included in the greater Persian cultural sphere of Khorasan, the easternmost province of Persia, and were part of the Khwarezmian Empire. Image of the Rumi on an old book in the Mevlâna museum; Konya,...
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barbu roxana-maria
am vazut lumina zilei pe 21 iunie 1990,in orasul bacau,dar ,am avut norocul de a-mi petrece primii ani ai copilariei intr-o lume de vis,intr-un sat linistit,aflat pe malul stang al dunarii ,un sat cu oameni cuminti,si cu frica de Dumnezeu.am scris inca de mica,si aveam satisfactia de a-mi fi ascultate poeziile.dupa cum era obiceiul prin acele locuri,ieseam seara dupa o zi lunga si obositoare,cu totii ,la poarta.femeile,unele coseau,altele torceau lana sau impleteau,in timp ce barbatii curatau porumb sau alte mestesuguri ce le voi mentiona in alte imprejurari; eu,nefiind prea multi copii pe-acolo,aveam de fiecare data privilegiu de a fi in centrul atentii,si astfel imi erau ascultate poziile.dupa ce am mai crescut ,nu am mai avut la tara timp de scris,fiind programul mult prea incarcat,dimineata la trei plecam la camp,si ne intorceam o data cu soarele ce se lasa peste sat.dar asta nu m-a impiedicat sa adun impresii si sa memorez imagini de o tulburatoare frumusete si...
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andra n
"it looks i've reached the crossroad.. remains of what i am still still waiting on the sidewalk to fill this peaceful day the burden of a choice my past dissolved..erased would you belive my world?"
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The Lockless Door
de Robert Frost
It went many years, But at last came a knock, And I thought of the door With no lock to lock. I blew out the light, I tip-toed the floor, And raised both hands In prayer to the door. But the knock...
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de Adrian Firica
* cu pușca nu mă pricep să trag – așa că-s slabe speranțele să nimeresc o țintă cu așa ceva; la fel e când trag concluzii... dau pe de lături; nici de timp nu știu să trag – însă mă pricep al...
Writing on the wall
de D. Valentina
There was this key on the floor... The one you used to lock the door The door that watched us as we sunk In that old bed that saw us drunk Amdist the lights of love and hate Those lights we could not...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...
I need to...
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I need to get lost and then to find you, I need the winds and the skies and the eyes of the earth to bring your bones as smiles up to my kingdom come, I need your grave to be my reborn palace your...
Lovesong
de Ted Hughes
He loved her and she loved him. His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she sucked She wanted him complete inside her Safe and...
Silence
de oana stanescu
I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...
Look for the Truth
de Alexandru Red
In the house of my soul In the rooms of ugliness and cold Memories locked away All the doubts and fears I never faced . Now they come again I am falling down to meet with them Fears within us all...
Crystal Cabinet, The
de William Blake
The Maiden caught me in the wild, Where I was dancing merrily; She put me into her Cabinet, And lock\'d me up with a golden key. This cabinet is form\'d of gold And pearl and crystal shining bright,...
The Bear
de Robert Frost
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover And its choke cherries lips to kiss good-bye, Then lets it snap back upright in the sky. Her next step rocks...
