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Charles CrosCC

Charles Cros

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Charles Cros (n. 1 octombrie 1842 - d. 9 august 1888) a fost un poet și inventator francez. A fost născut în Fabrezan, Aude, Franța, 35 km la est de Carcassonne. Cros era un poet și scriitor umoristic cunoscut. Cea mai cunoscută scriere a lui este poezia "Scrumbia afumată", considerată ca fiind una dintre capodoperele umorului absurd. El e cunoscut mai ales datorită faptului că a inventat niște procedee ce aveau să stea la baza fotografiei. A mai făcut și îmbunătățiri la tehnologia telegrafiei. Charles Cros a murit la Paris. Engleză Charles Cros (October 1, 1842 - August 9, 1888) was a French poet and inventor. He was born in Fabrezan, Aude, France, 35 km to the East of Carcassonne. Cros was a well-regarded poet and humorous writer. He developed various improved methods of photography including an early color photo process. He also invented improvements in telegraph technology. Poetry In the early 1870s Cros had published with Mallarmé, Villiers and Verlaine in the short-lived weekly...

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Grama Miruna AuraGA

Grama Miruna Aura

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I long for what life has in mind for me...the tone of a voice...the line of a song...the sound of a colour...the black of an eye... To feel...that is the purpose of ME

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John Keats

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John Keats John Keats (October 31, 1795 – February 23, 1821) was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement. During his short life, his work received constant critical attacks from the periodicals of the day, though politics, rather than aesthetics, often dictated those opinions. By the mid-nineteenth century, however, audiences began to appreciate more fully the significance of the cultural change his work both presaged and helped to form. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize Keats' poetry. He often felt himself working in the shadow of past poets, particularly Milton and Spenser, and only towards the end of his life produced his most original and most memorable poems, including a series of odes that remain among the most popular poems in English. Oscar Wilde, the aestheticist non pareil was to later write: "[...] who but the supreme and perfect artist could have got from a mere colour a motive so full of marvel: and now I am half enamoured of the...

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Alice WalkerAW

Alice Walker

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Alice Walker is an American novelist, short-story writer, poet, essayist, and activist. Her most famous novel, The Color Purple, was awarded the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award in 1983. Alice Walker\'s creative vision is rooted in the economic hardship, racial terrorism, and folk wisdom of African American life and culture, particularly in the rural South. Her writing explores multidimensional kinships among women, among men and women, among humans and animals and embraces the redemptive power of social, spiritual and political revolution.

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Katri ValaKV

Katri Vala

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( 1901 – 1944 ) One of the Finnish poets who brought a free verse style of writing poetry into the mainstream of Finnish literature. Her work is full of the ecstasy of life, longing for distant places, and a use of vocabulary glutted in color, into which are woven a general radical quality, which affects her late works especially. She is considered a late proponent of the ideals of the Carriers of the Flame. Her earlier works show her dedicated to light and its power. Her output is not extensive. Mention should be made of: Kaukainen puutarha (The Distant Garden) (1924) Sininen ovi (The Blue Door) (1926) Maan laiturilla (On the Land Wharf) (1930) In some later works, there is a more serious, darker tone, represented by: Paluu (The Return) (1934) Pesäpuu palaa (The Nest Tree Burns) (1942) Her life’s program was: Oh! If life could be better than death! Katri Vala died of tuberculosis at the end of WW II, while under treatment in Sweden. Even so, her poetry remained more life-positive...

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Theodora Udrea

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Birthdate : 31 August Birthplace :Pantelimon,Bucuresti Current Location : Bucurestii Noi Eye Color : Brown Hair Color : Black Height : 1.58 cm Weight : 49 kg Piercings : no Tatoos : no Boyfriend/Girlfriend : break Vehicle : Harley-Davidson FXSTC Softail Custom :)) i wish Overused Phrase : whatta?! FAVORITES Pub/Disc/Restaurant : Valea Regilor Candy : Toffifee Number : 13 Color : Black and Grey Animal : Puppies^.^ Drink : Baileys Irish Cream Perfume : Fleurie TV Show : Taking the stage (MTV) Music Album : TNT (Ac/Dc) and Signs for life (Poets of the Fall) Movie : Rock Star Actor/Actress : Patrick Swayze

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Isaac Asimov

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Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...

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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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Amintiri

de Maria Prochipiuc

Într-un colț de cer Rădăcinile eternității Iși sapă secunda în taină. Iluzie clădită Pe-un strop de moarte! Culoarea vântului Trist Scrie silabele iubirii... Eu sunt, Tu ești ... a nu mai fi!...

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Chinoiserie

de Théophile Gautier

It is not you, no, madam, whom I love, Nor you either, Juliet, nor you, Ophelia, nor Beatrice, nor that dove, Fair-haired Laura with the big eyes; No. She is in China whom I love just now; She lives...

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Ash Wednesday

de T.S. Eliot

I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man\'s gift and that man\'s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should...

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The Passionate Pilgrim

de William Shakespeare

I. WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor\'d youth, Unskilful in the world\'s false forgeries. Thus vainly...

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Hamlet

de William Shakespeare

HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 5) ACT III SCENE I A room in the castle. [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN] KING CLAUDIUS And can you, by no...

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Sonnet CXLIV: Two loves I have of comfort and despair

de William Shakespeare

Two loves I have of comfort and despair Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour\'d ill. To win me soon to hell, my female...

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Venus and Adonis

de William Shakespeare

\'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.\' To the Right Honourable Henry Wríothestly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, I know not...

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Sonet XCIX de William Shakespeare

de Cristian Vasiliu

Am dojenit aseară timpuria Violă-n floare: \"Dulcele parfum, Mi l-ai răpit, hoț tandru!\" iar mândria În mine-am îngropat-o de acum. Neprihănitul crin, pentru-a ta mână, Îl cert, sovârful - pentru...

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Sonet XCIX

de William Shakespeare

Am dojenit aseară timpuria Violă-n floare: \"Dulcele parfum, Mi l-ai răpit, hoț tandru!\" iar mândria În mine-am îngropat-o de acum. Neprihănitul crin, pentru-a ta mână, Îl cert, sovârful - pentru...

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BLUE

de cristina boruga

One day a butterfly set on my nose and sais: I want you to speak about blue as if this is the last time a minute has 60 seconds. Well, I know blue is the colour of my coffee cup in the morning. I...

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