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Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Irish poet, friend of Lord Byron and P.B. Shelley. Moore\'s writings range from lyric to satire, from prose romance to history and biography. His popular IRISH MELODIES appeared in ten parts between 1807 and 1835. Moore was a good musician and skillful writer of songs, which he set to Irish tunes, mainly of the 18th century. \'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. (from \'The Last Rose of Summer\') } Thomas Moore was born in Dublin as the son of a grocer. His background was poor and he never varnished it. In his poem \'Epitaph on a Tuft-Hunter\' he mocked snobbery: \"Heaven grant him now some noble nook / For, rest his soul! he\'d rather be / Genteelly damn\'d beside a Duke, / Than sav\'d in vulgar company.\" Moore studied at Trinity College, Dublin and London, and published his first book, THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS LITTLE, in 1801. He became in 1803 a civil officer to Bermuda, where he stayed for a...
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TSTaneda Santôka
Taneda Santōka, birth name: Taneda Shōichi; 3 December 1882 - 11 October 1940) was the pen-name of a Japanese author and haiku poet. He is known for his free verse haiku. Santoka, an ordained Zen priest, after spending most of his life wandering all over the country as a begging monk, chose to settle in Matsuyama only to die 10 months later. The humble cottage where he dwelt -- Isso-an (A Blade of Grass Hermitage) is preserved north of Ehime University. His books and documents are also preserved in Shiki Memorial Museum. "In February of 1929 I received ordination as a monk and became resident priest at Mitori Kannon-do in the countryside of Kumamoto Prefecture. It was truly a solitary forest life (sanrin dokuju); as for quietness it was quiet, as for loneliness it was lonely -- such a life it was." (Taneda Santoka - from "Sômokutô") The Zen he was ultimately to practice, however, though traditional, was unusual. It was the Zen of solitary walking. The open road was to become...
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IMIñigo López de Mendoza
Don Íñigo López de Mendoza y de la Vega, Marquis of Santillana (August 19, 1398 - March 25, 1458) was a Castilian poet who held an important position in society and Literature during the reign of John II of Castile. He was born at Carrión de los Condes in Old Castile to a noble family which figured prominently in the arts. His grandfather, Pedro González de Mendoza, and his father, Diego Hurtado de Mendoza Admiral of Castile, were both poets with close ties to the great literary figures of the time: Chancellor Lopez de Ayala, Fernán Pérez de Guzmán and Gomez Manrique. His mother, Doña Leonor de la Vega, was a wealthy heiress belonging to the House of de la Vega. Lopez de Mendoza's father died when he was five years old, which brought his family into financial difficulties. Part of his childhood was spent living in his grandmother's household, and in the home of his uncle, the future Archbishop of Toledo. As a youth, he spent time in the court king Alfonso V of Aragón, where...
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blogging tweeting counter-striking facebooking network
de mihai curtean
adolescent nr. 1 : nu cred că există morală e un joc nu mă trage nimeni la răspundere pentru că nu există răspundere n-ai ce să-i faci unui om nu poți să distrugi practic nimic gen toți suntem...
Blogging
de Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
Poate fiindcă nu am vizionat niciodată filme porno sau filme cu vampiri, printr-o ciudată lege de atracție a contrariilor, audiența pe blogul meu de poezii provine într-un procent respectabil de la...
Interceptări semivoluntare
de Madalin Ciortea
Am obiceiul de a da o tură o dată la câteva zile prin câteva bloguri care îmi par mai speciale (Bookblog, Bucurenci, Tudor Chirila, Mihai Bendeac, Alex Mazilu, Mircea Badea ș.a.). Toată stima pentru...
notite de cititor
de Dana Stanescu
Orasul si cainii-Mario Vargas Llosa Senzatia e de scufundare intr-un lichid amniotic, iti intra in gura, pe nari si tu iti invingi teama si repulsia si incepi sa respiri normal, se face cald si …...
blogosfera si genomul social
de Roxana Sonea
M-am cam fîțîit pe bloguri în ultima vreme, e drept, e prima dată cînd întreprind o acțiune de asemnea amploare, pentru că am avut timp (a freak of nature), și am observat o atracție a oamenilor de a...
Blowing in the wind
de Petre Augustin
Din nori se rup însemne Pe lupi să-i îndemne: - Hai sus pe greabăn cuci flămânzi Să rupeți ciute pentru prânz Și un fraged mânz Din vale dacă Sângele cald o să vă placă Sau hai la stână, dragii mei,...
I feel the wind
de buzoianu adriana
I feel the wind blowing in my hair, I feel an indefinite pain inside, It’s Christmas night and it’s not fair Just passing by this night divine. I feel the sea with all my heart, My colour...
Serenade (For Music)
de Oscar Wilde
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley waits for thee. Come down! the purple sail is spread, The watchman sleeps within the town,...
neconvențional
de ungureanu dorina
te caut prin sms ești mortul propriei soții intru pe fb testez cu obraji ca magnolia de gay de la un bărbat primesc blocking cu tălpi din argilă de la altul nervii lui ca guma de mestecat și de la...
MORE THAN THIS
de Diana Buftea
I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night, Who can say where they´re blowing? As free as the wind And hopefully learning Why the sea on the side Has no way of...
when the sky keep silence
de blue
when the sky keep silence just the hearts talk, when everything is wrong, our love takes a walk. when roses are blooming and birds sing, it’s a dream of fools rushing in. when the sun is gone...
Night Journey
de .
I just try and try and try To keep myself sober, as time is passing by. This night at some unknown hour I\'ll witness witchery great power. The ghosts are begging for this time, This time when logic...
Silence
de oana stanescu
I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...
Lily
de Dafina David
Prezumția: în a câta înfofolire mirosea a degete despicate de căldură în a câta rugăciune mă înnobilasem și nu îmi aveam rodul în pântece și nu îmi aveam florile pe după urechi? Simt că nu se leagă...
The Quiet Night of May
de bayar
I’m all alone in a quiet night of May... and count the hours But I realize it’s strange I’ve never stopped to smell the flowers I never dared to open my eyes And see pure perfection In the simplest...
night of new years eve
de kim
Night of new years eve stars are blinking like talking to eachother smiling about this lovely night this dark blue glimmering valley lighted by all the white little houselights silents is surrounding...
I\'M YOUR MAN
de Leonard Cohen
if you want a lover I\'ll do anything you ask me to If you want another kind of love I\'ll wear a mask for you If you want a partner take my hand or if you want to strike me down in anger here I...