"The raven" – 11434 rezultate
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TJThe Rave parties going Jester
nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect
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JBJean de La Bruyère
He was born in Paris, not, as was once thought, at Dourdan (in today's Essonne département) in 1645. His family was middle class, and his reference to a certain Geoffroy de La Bruyère, a crusader, is only a satirical illustration of a method of self-ennoblement common in France as in some other countries. Indeed he himself always signed the name Delabruyère in one word, as evidence of this. He could trace his family back at least as far as his great-grandfather, who had been a strong Leaguer. La Bruyère's own father was controller general of finance to the Hôtel de Ville. The son was educated by the Oratorians and at the University of Orléans; he was called to the bar, and in 1673 bought a post in the revenue department at Caen, which gave him status and an income. His predecessor in the post was a relation of Jacques Benigne Bossuet, and it is thought that the transaction was the cause of La Bruyère's introduction to the great orator Bossuet, who from the date of his own...
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ABAloysius Bertrand
Louis-Jacques-Napoléon “Aloysius” Bertrand (20 April 1807 – 29 April 1841) was a French poet instrumental in the introduction of the prose poem into French literature and is credited with inspiring later Symbolist poets [1]. He wrote a collection of poems entitled Gaspard de la nuit, after which composer Maurice Ravel wrote a suite of the same name, based on the poems "Scarbo", "Ondine", and "Le Gibet". Bertrand was born in Ceva, Piedmont, Italy (then a part of Napoleonic France) and his family settled in Dijon in 1814. There he developed an interest in the Burgundian capital. His contributions to a local paper lead to recognition by Victor Hugo and Sainte-Beuve. He lived in Paris shortly with little success. He returned to Dijon and continued writing for local newspapers. Gaspard was sold in 1836 but it wasn't published until 1842 after his death of tuberculosis. The book was rediscovered by Charles Baudelaire and Stéphane Mallarmé. It is now considered a classic of poetic and...
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marius
nimic....
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CDCruceru Denisa
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the crow
un spectru bantuie Europa
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The Shadow
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BBBen Ber
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Alex Dan
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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Scream of freedom
de Alexandra Popa Scurtu
Looking at the wall inside Hearing all those ravens outside I feel like screaming My heart is heavy My soul is torn I want to scream But I still can’t. The scream of the ravens Is just like...
Another Story Of Lenore
de Alin Niculae
This wave seems to lead me now To the place of Nevermore The place where I will find... Where I will find my lost Lenore. I divide the night in search for love And myst guides me out of sorrow I will...
Călătorul profund
de malin tacu
Să nu trezim din somnul adânc pădurea și cerul Dar poate au greșit undeva un semn de oracol Ca umbra s-a răzvrătit în mulțimea de amănunte sonore Albe chipuri călătoresc pe sub norii nopții trec Se...
Iluzie de toamnă
de George Lână
Ai venit ca o limpezire a lucrurilor duioasă și simplă instaurând pacea calmă și noduroasă în inima mea ordinea și prospețimea în spiritul meu metanăuc în acest precipitat sfârșit de mileniu placat...
"Balada bătrânului marinar": sau despre perpetua narare
de Maria Pilchin
Borges ne propune o exagerare artistică atunci când vorbește despre balada lui Coleridge, susținând că „Balada bătrânului marinar” e aproape un miracol. Restul din opera lui Coleridge poate să nu fie...
Sorrow And The Blue Earth Of Nevermore
de Alin Niculae
Walking under the velvet skies of my dream I wonder about what the dark raven said And begin to fade in my sleep Down where the crossroads are turning And where the shadows are growing behind the...
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of deat
de Vlad
I was chasing Death on the valley of its shadow. Two ravens were looking at me chasing the poor thing. They came to me and asked: \"What are you doing?\" I said: \"I`m chasing Death\". They said:...
Pull the plug off
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Pull the plug of the stereo, Let\'s listen to the absence of the music on some quiet bench on the forgotten streets of Borneo, Going round our brains and taking place as bleeding symposiums into our...
While the moon…
de Ileana Ioan
While the red moon started waxing I was laying on thy bed; Shadows of the night were dancing Round the candles by your bed. And as time was passing slowly Weariness grew in my head. In his arms I...
Denial
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I don\'t go to the shore of some lake to write my poetry, nor do I go embrace the tail of the snake to find my rhyme of the heavens, I don\'t go high on the mountains to search for the me within me,...