"Touch of Blue" – 392 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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AFAnatole France
Anatole France, pseudonym for Jacques Anatole Thibault (1844-1924), was the son of a Paris book dealer. He received a thorough classical education at the Collège Stanislas, a boys\' school in Paris, and for a while he studied at the École des Chartes. For about twenty years he held diverse positions, but he always had enough time for his own writings, especially during his period as assistant librarian at the Senate from 1876 to 1890. His literary output is vast, and though he is chiefly known as a novelist and storyteller, there is hardly a literary genre that he did not touch upon at one time or another. France is a writer in the mainstream of French classicism. His style, modelled on Voltaire and Fénélon, as well as his urbane scepticism and enlightened hedonism, continue the tradition of the French eighteenth century. This outlook on life, which appears in all his works, is explicitly expressed in collection of aphorisms, Le Jardin d\'Épicure (1895) [The Garden of...
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AAmara
"Poet divin, lumina fara moarte m-ajute-n grai iubirea-n veci fierbinte cu care pururi ti-am citit din carte" Infernul - Dante Alighieri This is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass This is me for forever One without a name These lines the last endeavor To find the missing lifeline Nemo - Nightwish Last dance, first kiss Your touch my bliss Beauty always comes with dark thoughts I wish... Wish I had an Angel - Nightwish
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Suzanne Nadine Vega
Suzanne Vega was born July 11, 1959, in Santa Monica, CA; her parents divorced shortly thereafter, and after her mother (a jazz guitarist) remarried to Puerto Rican novelist Ed Vega, the family moved to Manhattan. A shy and quiet child, Suzanne nonetheless learned to take care of herself growing up in the tough neighborhoods of Spanish Harlem. Her parents often sang folk songs around the house, and when she began playing the guitar at age 11, she found herself attracted to the poetry of singer/songwriter music (Dylan, Cohen), and found a refuge from New York\'s chaos in traditional folk (Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Judy Collins, Joan Baez). At age 14, she made her first attempts at writing songs; however, when she attended the High School for the Performing Arts as a teenager, it was to study dance, not music. She subsequently enrolled at Barnard College as a literature major, and during this time, she began playing at coffeehouses and folk festivals on the West Side and near Columbia...
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ISioan serban
prezentul e mult prea interesant pentru a zabovi asupra biografiei
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Touch of Blue
de Cosmin Felloni
Night... When the moon is shining Tight... Are your arms around me True... Are the words I whisper to You... Make me dream the skies of Blue... Is this song I write to You... Were the one who let me...
The Saddest Poem
de Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: \"The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.\" The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write...
The Axe Helve
de Robert Frost
I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...
ceea ce cautam noi nu se gaseste aici
de Adina Pietrosanu
\"...ceea ce cautam noi nu se gaseste aici...\" Incerc sa imi tin picioarele pe pamant in timp ce mainile se misca in aer intr-o muzica pe care o aud doar eu. M-am intrebat mereu oare cum ar suna...
perpetual red
de razvan cirezaru
the ones which, cursed, forever dwell far from the shores of the known world, sunk in the deepest pits of hell, both young and old, may once recall the touch of their immortal stare from the beyond,...
Ghost
de Alin Niculae
\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...
Life\'s Turn
de Bledea Ovidiu
Even though the moon\'s the same Shining down on tips of trees, Its rays of weak glow Light a chaotic quietness, Which echoes deep in my soul Off the walls of the emptyness that you left; None of...
The pot of flowers
de Théophile Gautier
Sometimes a small boy finds a tiny seed And takes a porcelain pot whose colours charm His eye to serve as a garden-bed, Where monstrous blossoms and blue dragons swarm. He goes away. Down snakes the...
a touch of...
de adrian jigăranu
nu trebuie să înțelegi, să vrei, să înțelegi nimic nu a fost săvârșit încă. scuipă-mă, sper că ai mațe tari, sper că ai exersat scârba. dacă păroșenia masculilor iți este frumoasă, placenta mea, a...
the touch of your lips
de Macovei Costel
cuvintele. îmi lipsesc cuvintele. s-au lipit de cerul gurii. și fără ele sunt gol. dezbrăcat în fața ta. lipsit de orice apărare dar poate că nu de apărare am nevoie poate că ele știu mai bine prima...
Intre doua valuri (HAIKU)
de HF Noyes
*** delta dawn - a smoky sky colors the seaweed smell zori in delta - cerul fumuriu coloreaza mirosul de alge *** quiet oars up the unwary river in the twilight vasle tacute in sus pe raul increzator...
Rezultatele celei de a treia ediții a concursului de haiku "Sharpening the green pencil"
de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
Ediția de anul ăsta a înregistrat un nou record de participare: am primit 517 poeme de la 264 de participanți din 47 de țări de pe 6 continente. Premiul I Dorota PYRA Gdañsk, POLAND snowy orchard the...
It\'s all forgotten now
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Metallic wings and magic rings, It\'s all forgotten now... Blitzkriegs and serpent dreams, it\'s all forgotten now... Death and honor and seeings on higher grounds, all forgotten now... Bloody swords...
life teachings
de Cristina
1.Give others more than they expect you to give and do this with joy. 2.Learn by heart your favorite poem. 3.Don’t believe all you here, don’t spent all you have and don’t sleep as much as you want....