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PARADISE LOST -- Book I

de John Milton

Book I Of Man\'s first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and...

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Proverbs of Hell

de William Blake

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book IX

de John Milton

Book IX No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us\'d, To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse...

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Doors Of The Temple

de Aldous Leonard Huxley

Many are the doors of the spirit that lead Into the inmost shrine: And I count the gates of the temple divine, Since the god of the place is God indeed. And these are the gates that God decreed...

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The Winter of Our Discontent

de tea nicolescu

Tea Nicolescu O carte: Mitto”„Words should be wind or water or thunder”(J.S. 1962) „The Winter of Our Discontent” romanul lui John Steinbeck cartea aceea despre care eu cred că poate fi considerată...

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Invictus

de William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me, Black as a Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book VI

de John Milton

Book VI All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven\'s wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand Unbarred the gates of light. There is a cave...

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Invinctus (de William Ernest Henley)

de Cristian Vasiliu

Prin noaptea neagră ca un hău Adânc, ce-n brațe m-a cuprins, Îi mulțumesc lui Dumnezeu Pentru-al meu suflet neînvins. N-am plâns și n-am strigat deloc În gheara sorții, iar când trec Prin viața-mi...

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Vision

de Aldous Leonard Huxley

I had been sitting alone with books, Till doubt was a black disease, When I heard the cheerful shout of rooks In the bare, prophetic trees. Bare trees, prophetic of new birth, You lift your branches...

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Gerontion

de T.S. Eliot

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. I was neither at the hot gates Nor...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book II

de John Milton

Book II High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book X

de John Milton

Book X Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve, Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit, Was known in Heaven; for what...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book IV

de John Milton

Book IV O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, put to second rout, Came furious down to be revenged on men, Woe to the...

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Supreme heresy

de SweetSong

SUPREME HERESY The dogmas we know as sustaining the world Are so easily heard, but so misunderstood And each of us is waiting motionless-hearted To have the bliss dreamt of, as we really should. We...

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Song

de Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Tho\' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, Love is a sword that cuts its sheath, And thro\' the clefts, itself has made, We spy the flashes of the Blade ! But thro\' the clefts, itself has made, We...

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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...

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From Paracelsus

de Robert Browning

I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whateer you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fullness; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross...

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Love In A Life

de Robert Browning

I. Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her--- Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the...

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wrath of god

de Leonard Ancuta

oricum n-am ce să mai schimb la mine acum dacă n-am făcut-o pînă-n treizeci și sute de blesteme îmi încearcă rezistența asta e odiseea adică asta e ceea ce numesc un șir de întîmplări neprevăzute...

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