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0.03 secundeMeilisearchRobert Browning
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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Mihai Ionescu
welcome to the world of magic...
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andra picincu
I started to develop my skills relevant to the business field and PR when I worked as a virtual assistant and, later, as a journalist. My studies on public relations in marketing, advertising techniques and guidelines on various issues have been promoted by well known publications worldwide, including USA Today and HealthCare.com. I have degrees in human resources management, business communication, PR, Banking and Finances, business administration and certificates in trauma and stress management. I speak four languages and I’m motivated to do my best. I have the drive and motivation to do my very best every day. I dedicated my time to improve my skills and knowledge, achieving several degrees in business and communication, although I am very young. I have the best qualifications, being responsible, friendly, having good communication and interpersonal skills. I can handle people with high temper satisfactorily and I can work under pressure.
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IMIohann Mayer
An emissary of the Queen Christina of Sweden to the khan of the Tartars Islam Giray the 3rd, Iohann Mayer made a journey through Moldavia during May 1651. He was sent to accompany the Tartar messenger who had brought to the queen the letter of the khan that contained proposals of common operation against Poland and he was to hand over to the khan the answer of the queen as well. He passed through The White Citadel for the first time in December 1650 on his way towards Crimea. Now, in the summer of the next year, he was coming back on the same route and was finding again the same boatmen he had used six months earlier, on leaving. One cannot be aware of any other details of his winter journey towards Crimea, no other details about his itinerary through Moldavia he is most likely to have used to make his way to the khan` s court. His journey diary is preceded with the words: These are those that happened and occurred during my journey to Bakhchisaray and during the period I spent there,...
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C.J. VORTEXX
I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't take much time 'cause at 5 o'clock They take me to the Gallows Pole The sand of time For me are running low...
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AJadrian jigăranu
25 iunie 1985 Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you in tune with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being in tune We shall bring change to this place Listen to the whistle of the planet twirlin through space Singin la la la la la la to the human race (she says) I believe I am the flower of life, the earth And the ocean oh oh I believe I feel the power of light, vibrate All around me oh oh I believe you are the children of the one great spirit, oh oh Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you confused with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being confused Children children can you hear it Listen to the riddle in the melody by great spirit Singin la la la la la la theres nothin to it (he says) I believe I am the flower of life, the air And the sunshine oh oh I believe I am the power of light, the motive For the...
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ACAntonio Cisneros
The Peruvian poet and novelist Antonio Cisneros was born in Lima in 1942 where, from 1960 to 1964, he studied literature at the »Catholic University«. Later he undertook a PhD at the »San Marcos University«. He had already begun to publish his poems with much success in his first few years as a student. His volume of poetry »Destierro« came out in 1961 and is now regarded as among the classics of Latin-American lyric poetry. Early on he was still very much influenced by the Anglo-American beat-literature and inspired by its ironic gestures and its every-day sound. Later he turned more noticeably to political issues in order, so he emphasizes, to counteract the increasing political indifference in Latin-American society. The volume entitled »Comentarios reales de Antonio Cisneros« was aimed at the distortion of history by officials in his own country. The title, rich in associations, refers to the work of the first Castilian-writing Peruvian poet, Garcilaso de La Vega, also called »El...
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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WYWilliam Butler Yeats
The Irish poet and dramatist William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) was the leader of the Irish Literary Renaissance during the early 20th century. Yeats\'s early lyrical poetry and drama drew inspiration from Irish legend and occult learning, but his later writing became increasingly engaged with his own time. W. B. Yeats, b. Dublin, June 13, 1865, d. Jan. 28, 1939, was perhaps the greatest English-language poet of the 20th century. The major defining elements of Yeats\'s poetic career were visible by his 24th year. He had formed a profound attachment to the county of Sligo, where he stayed for long periods while living in London (1867-83); his interest in the occult led him to found (1885) the Dublin Hermetic Society and to join (1887) the London Lodge of Theosophists; his 1885 meeting with the nationalist John O\'Leary prompted his discovery of Ireland as a literary subject and his commitment to the cause of Irish national identity; in 1889 he fell in love with Maud Gonne and published...
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ADAdam Duritz
[[eng]] Adam Duritz is an innovative lyricist and piano player who brings the same soul to his friends and lifestyle as he does to the beautiful lyrics and music that he performs. Duritz joined and performed in the Bay area band "The Himalayans" until 1991 at which time he left to form Counting Crows. Before he left, however, material was recorded which eventually lead to the release of the 2002 album "She likes the Weather". The album has a track called "round here" which was eventually re-recorded on the Counting Crows album "August and Everything After". During this period in his life he was also involved in the San Francisco based band 'Sordid Humour'. After the Himalayans lost Duritz and the Counting Crows were formed, Duritz's new band gained a huge following and the release of their acclaimed 1993 album was a huge success. The band toured extensively before heading into the studio again for the 1996 album "recovering the satelites". The album was a worthy follow up and it...
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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...
Memory
de Iurcencu Teodora Ioana
Brightly the sun of summer shone Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue, Allured the gazer\'s eye. But...
Alexandra Leaving
de Radu Tudor Ciornei
Suddenly the night has grown colder. The god of love preparing to depart. Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder, They slip between the sentries of the heart. Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure, They...
Interview with Enrique Iglesias
de A.M. Rika
Enrique Iglesias reaches for the stars with his feet on the ground Enrique Iglesias is the boy next door, someone who grew up doing things quietly, but effectively. Dreaming of becoming a pop star...
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...
My Butterfly
de Robert Frost
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead: Save only me (Nor is it sad to thee!) Save only me There is none left to mourn...
PARADISE LOST -- Book III
de John Milton
Book III Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam\'d? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity,...
Laboratory, The
de Robert Browning
ANCIEN RGIME. I. Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro\' these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in this devil\'s-smithy--- Which is the poison to poison her,...
A lung-full
de Dragos
The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...
My November Guest
de Robert Frost
My Sorrow, when she\'s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will...