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Robert Browning

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Robert Browning was born on May 7, 1812 in Camberwell, which is south of London. His birthday falls within a couple of months of the births of Dickens and Thackeray. He was the eldest of 2 children, born to Robert and Sarah Anna Browning. His father was a bank clerk. He attended London University for a short while in 1828, but received most of his education by readinghis from his father\'s library. His first poem, Pauline, was published when he was 21. It was soon followed by Paracelsus (1835) and Sordello (1840). A year later, Pippa Passes, the first in a series entitled Bells and Pomegranates was published; the remaining seven parts appeared between 1841-46. In 1846, Browning eloped with Elizabeth Barrett and lived with her in Italy until his death in 1861. Various difficulties made the poet\'s requested burial in Florence impossible, and his body was returned to England to be interred in Westminster Abbey. The they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one, Some...

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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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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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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 13 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together. I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane...

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An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester

de John Milton

This rich Marble doth enterr The honour\'d Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues fair Added to her noble birth, More then she could own from Earth. Summers...

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christian death

de dan mihuț

rubella, my love, some say we shall overcome but the sickness bites hard and yes, the razor\'s old their poisons braced in surrender killed every first born son we were kneeling, dressed for burial,...

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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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