"To * * * * [Georgiana Augusta Wylie, afterwards Mrs. George Keats]" – 5727 rezultate
0.02 secundeMeilisearchFrederick Ogden Nash
Born Frederick Ogden Nash on August 19, 1902 in Rye, New York. An ancestor, General Francis Nash, gave his name to Nashville, Tennesee. Raised in Rye, New York and Savannah, Georgia. Educated at St. George\'s School in Rhode Island and, briefly, Harvard University. Started work writing advertising copy for Doubleday, Page Publishing, New York, in 1925. Published first book for children, The Cricket of Caradon in 1925. First published poem Spring Comes to Murray Hill appears in New Yorker magazine in 1930. Joins staff at New Yorker in 1932. Married Frances Rider Leonard on June 6, 1933. Published 19 books of poetry. Collaborated, in 1943, in the musical comedy, \"One Touch of Venus.\" Elected to the National Institute of Arts and Letters in 1950. Lived in New York but his principal home was in Baltimore, Maryland, where he died on May 19, 1971. He was buried in North Hampton, New Hampshire.
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ONOgden Nash
Born Frederick Ogden Nash on August 19, 1902 in Rye, New York. An ancestor, General Francis Nash, gave his name to Nashville, Tennesee. Raised in Rye, New York and Savannah, Georgia. Educated at St. George's School in Rhode Island and, briefly, Harvard University. Started work writing advertising copy for Doubleday, Page Publishing, New York, in 1925. Published first book for children, The Cricket of Caradon in 1925. First published poem Spring Comes to Murray Hill appears in New Yorker magazine in 1930. Joins staff at New Yorker in 1932. Married Frances Rider Leonard on June 6, 1933. Published 19 books of poetry. Collaborated, in 1943, in the musical comedy, "One Touch of Venus." Elected to the National Institute of Arts and Letters in 1950. Lived in New York but his principal home was in Baltimore, Maryland, where he died on May 19, 1971. He was buried in North Hampton, New Hampshire. Selected books: Hard Lines 1931 I'm a Stranger Here Myself 1938 The Face is Familiar 1940 Good...
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Christina Rossetti
Christina Georgina Rossetti, one of the most important women poets writing in nineteenth-century England, was born in London December 5, 1830, to Gabriele and Frances (Polidori) Rossetti. Although her fundamentally religious temperament was closer to her mother\'s, this youngest member of a remarkable family of poets, artists, and critics inherited many of her artistic tendencies from her father. Judging from somewhat idealized sketches made by her brother Dante, Christina as a teenager seems to have been quite attractive if not beautiful. In 1848 she became engaged to James Collinson, one of the minor Pre-Raphaelite brethren, but the engagement ended after he reverted to Roman Catholicism. When Professor Rossetti\'s failing health and eyesight forced him into retirement in 1853, Christina and her mother attempted to support the family by starting a day school, but had to give it up after a year or so. Thereafter she led a very retiring life, interrupted by a recurring illness which...
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Michael Jackson
listen to my music, not what the tabloids say,...
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Mihai Ionescu
welcome to the world of magic...
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Sylvia Plath
Born to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem when she was eight. Sensitive, intelligent, compelled toward perfection in everything she attempted, she was, on the surface, a model daughter, popular in school, earning straight A\'s, winning the best prizes. By the time she entered Smith College on a scholarship in 1950 she already had an impressive list of publications, and while at Smith she wrote over four hundred poems. Sylvia\'s surface perfection was however underlain by grave personal discontinuities, some of which doubtless had their origin in the death of her father (he was a college professor and an expert on bees) when she was eight. During the summer following her junior year at Smith, having returned from a stay in New York City where she had been a student ``guest editor\'\' at Mademoiselle Magazine, Sylvia nearly succeeded in killing herself by swallowing sleeping pills. She later described this experience in an...
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Neacsu Laura
hmmm..to much to say...
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CAcodrin antonovici
I am to be and nothing more
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Hal Sirowitz
Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?
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de Ioan-Mircea Popovici
Motto: " Într-un fel sau altul, toate se leagă Între noduri, ochiurile năvodului Eşti ceea ce eşti pentru că nu poţi fi altfel Pe Pictura aceasta dau toate nopţile mele…” Pagini de Jurnal Aşa a...
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de bataus cati georgiana
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de Raluca - Georgiana Ardeleanu
Problema mea e că problema mea ești tu!Deci, nu am nici o problemă cu tine.Ceea ce e bine, deoarece nu am cum să fiu o problemă pentru tine. Cât de posibil este să fii atât de fragil și atât de...
stairway to heaven
de Ancuța Mihaela Georgia
las în urmă fragmente de zgomot și ochii tăi adânciți în perete paradoxal într-o liniște de coșmar însă după o săptămână ies apele care scot la suprafață izbucnirile cuvintelor și reflexul sărutului...
fiecare așteaptă ieșirea
de Ancuța Mihaela Georgia
tată drag de-o viață aștept porumbelul pe scară îmi fac valiza seara și nu pot să cobor din cameră poate că n-a fost cea mai bună soluție să-i spui mamei să mă mai țină nouă luni avea de spălat o...
to stef
de Doru Chirodea
dear stef, i understand you want to tell us something...............yet please take note that you may (or could) apply your approach against this or any other world in a more efficient way if you...
To me he seems like a god
de Cristina
To me he seems like a god the man who sits facing you and hears you near as you speak softly and laugh in a sweet echo that jolts the heart in my ribs.For now as i look at you my voice is empty and...
to my best friend ever
de Popescu Florin
De-as sti sa pictez ti-as manzgalii ochi pe o plansa shi m-as zgaii la ei fericit Sa pot sa te privesc De-as sti sa sculptez Unei pietre forma ta i-as da si-as mangaia-o fericit Sa pot sa te ating
To be or not to be?
de Anca Casciaro
Sunt zambet stins In ideal oniric Si ma agat in disperare De lacrima-mi ce doare. Ingenunchez cu flori pe frunte In cimitirul azilului de soare. Adorm pe-al meu mormant, Tacere,lipsita de culoare......
To smile with the smile of a god
de Andrei Dumitrescu
For to see with the eye of the mind is to embrace the seeing with the flame of blue darkness, For to breathe with the breath on the angel is to love with the unkind kindness of invisible creatures...