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Villiers de l'Isle-AdamVL

Villiers de l'Isle-Adam

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Jean-Marie-Mathias-Philippe-Auguste, comte de Villiers de l'Isle-Adam (7 November 1838 – 19 August 1889) was a French symbolist writer. Villiers de l'Isle-Adam was born in Saint-Brieuc, Brittany, to a distinguished aristocratic family. His parents, Marquis Joseph-Toussaint and Marie-Francoise (née Le Nepvou de Carfort) were not rich, however, and were financially supported by Marie's aunt, Mademoiselle de Kerinou. His father became obsessed with the idea he could restore the family fortune by finding the lost treasure of the Knights of Malta (Philippe Villiers de L'Isle-Adam, 16th century Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller, was his ancestor), which had reputedly been buried near Quintin during the French Revolution. Consequently, he spent large sums of money buying land, excavating it and then selling it at a loss when he failed to find anything of value. The young Villiers' education was troubled (he attended over half a dozen different schools) but from an early age his family...

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Lorraine Ellis HarrLH

Lorraine Ellis Harr

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Lorraine Ellis Harr was one of the important figures in the history of American haiku. She lived in Portland, Oregon, where for almost four decades she worked tirelessly to promote the understanding of the haiku form and to encourage the reading and writing of haiku in English through the publication of a quarterly journal, Dragonfly, the organization, Western World Haiku Society and the fifteen books of her own poems in all the Japanese genres . Internationally known poet and editor, Kazuo Sato once commented that if Lorraine Ellis Harr lived in Japan, she would be a national treasure. Opal Lorraine Ellis Harr was born on Halloween, October 31, 1912, in Sullivan, Illinois. Her father left the family when she was three years old. The mother and three girls (Lorraine is the youngest) moved to Cooperstown, North Dakota to live for several years before moving to Portland. Her mother had a sister who lived there. The sister's husband promised Lorraine's mother a job if they moved to...

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Gustav MeyrinkGM

Gustav Meyrink

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Gustav Meyrink (19 ianuarie 1868, Viena, Austria – 4 decembrie 1932, Starnberg, Bavaria) este un clasic al literaturii austriece și universale, intens preocupat de științele oculte și de parapsihologie. Este fiul nelegitim al unui baron și al unei actrițe de la curtea Bavariei. Până la vârsta de treisprezece ani a trăit la Munchen, unde a urmat școala primară, apoi la Hamburg o scurtă perioadă de timp și douăzeci de ani la Praga, unde a ajuns împreună cu mama sa în 1883 și unde, nouă ani mai târziu, a trăit un eveniment cu rol providențial în viața lui: la douăzeci și patru de ani, când se pregătea să-și pună capăt zilelor, a auzit pe cineva strecurându-i pe sub ușă o broșură cu titlul "Viața după moarte". Șocat de această coincidență dramatică, a început să fie interesat de literatura ocultă și să studieze teosofia, cabala, sofiologia creștină și misticismul oriental. Rezultatele acestor studii apar în toate operele sale. A fost de asemenea membru al Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn...

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TC

the crow

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un spectru bantuie Europa

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The Rave parties going JesterTJ

The Rave parties going Jester

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nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect

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TS

The Shadow

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Ben BerBB

Ben Ber

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AD

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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MM

Matei Alexandru Marian

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AE

Anca Emancipatu

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The Needle

de Ezra Pound

Come, or the stellar tide will slip away. Eastward avoid the hour of its decline, Now! for the needle trembles in my soul! Here we have had our vantage, the good hour. Here we have had our day, your...

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The Rape of Lucrece

de William Shakespeare

To the Right Honourable Henry Wriothesly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. THE love I dedicate to your lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a...

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Pseudosonet englez

de Cristian Vasiliu

When seeds of madness start to grow And spread their roots into my soul It’s you that make my faults to rest Into the treasure of my chest …And then I rise on lips a cry Because my very core is thy;...

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Sonnet II

de William Shakespeare

When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty\'s field, Thy youth\'s proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter\'d weed, of small worth held: Then being ask\'d...

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Sonnet LXIII

de William Shakespeare

Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time\'s injurious hand crush\'d and o\'er-worn; When hours have drain\'d his blood and fill\'d his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn...

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Sonet II

de William Shakespeare

Când patruzeci de ierni îți asaltează A ta sprânceană, bând din frumusețe, Podoaba tinereții - meditează - Va tremura ca buruieni răzlețe: Și întrebat vei fi unde sunt puse Minunăția și comoara...

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de Fluerașu Petre

*** dealurile au închis în sfârșit ochii oamenii din străfundurile lor s-au plictisit să-și vopsească demonii roșii cu propriul sânge ei au învățat să iubească din galere furnicile țâșnesc spre lună...

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The Ship of Gold

de Emile Nelligan

It was a great ship carved from solid gold: Its masts touched to the skies on uncharted seas; Venus, goddess of love, her hair streaming, her flesh bare, Flaunted herself on the prow beneath a...

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The Pauper Poet

de Ohm

the Pauper Poet, afraid not of the darkness, but the light that surrounds it. perished, prosperity and the wanting for words. talent terminated, depth destroyed, all cadences fail me now. shaken by...

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cafea

de Ohm

the fragrant pungent aroma fills the air zig zagging moisture scents like a hikers trail tracing the path back to the pot of black gold pouring the umber fluid into my china cup nostrils are drenched...

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