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Willy Breinholst (born 27 June 1918) is a Danish author, screenwriter, and humorist born in Fredensborg, Denmark. Occupation Author Screenwriter Humorist Willy Breinholst is the only humorous writer on Earth whose books have been on German bestseller lists for more than 450 weeks ! He has had five of his books on the SPIEGEL top-ten list in the same week - a world record accepted by GUINNESS! It is no wonder that Breinholst-books are published in over a 100 countries. Willy Breinholst’s books are read all over the World from the Republic of South Africa and Australia to Siberia, Greenland and Iceland in the North. He has been awarded the Lübbe Ehrenpreis for 4.000.000 sold Lübbe-books. He has been awarded the Danish Humorist Prize, the Carl Möller Prize, the Bulgarian Hitar-Peter Medal and the Icelandic Heimaey Medal for his books. Other recipients of the Icelandic Heimaey Medal have been the Icelandic president, the Nobel Prize winner Halldor Laxness – and Bing Crosby! The Danish...

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William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley (23 August 1849 – 11 July 1903) was an English poet, critic and editor. Born 23 August 1849 Gloucester, England Died 11 July 1903 (aged 53) Occupation Poet, critic and editor Nationality English Education The Crypt School, Gloucester Writing period c. 1870–1903 Henley was born at Gloucester and was the eldest of a family of six, five sons and a daughter. His father, William, was a bookseller and stationer who died in 1868 leaving young children and creditors. His mother, Mary Morgan, was descended from the poet and critic, Joseph Warton. From 1861-67 Henley was a pupil at the Crypt Grammar School (founded 1539). A Commission had recently attempted to revive the school by securing the brilliant and academically distinguished T. E. Brown (1830-1897) as headmaster. Brown's appointment was short-lived (c.1857-63) but was a 'revelation' for Henley because it introduced him to a poet and 'man of genius - the first I'd ever seen'. This was the start of a lifelong...

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John Willy Kopperud

It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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Alan Dean Foster

Born in New York City in 1946, Foster was raised in Los Angeles. After receiving a Bachelor\'s Degree in Political Science and a Master of Fine Arts in Cinema from UCLA (1968, l969) he spent two years as a copywriter for a small Studio City, Calif. advertising and public relations firm. His writing career began when August Derleth bought a long Lovecraftian letter of Foster\'s in 1968 and much to Foster\'s surprise, published it as a short story in Derleth\'s bi-annual magazine The Arkham Collector. Sales of short fiction to other magazines followed. His first attempt at a novel, The Tar-Aiym Krang, was bought by Betty Ballantine and published by Ballantine Books in 1972. It incorporates a number of suggestions from famed SF editor John W. Campbell. Since then, Foster\'s sometimes humorous, occasionally poignant, but always entertaining short fiction has appeared in all the major SF magazines as well as in original anthologies and several \"Best of the Year\" compendiums. His...

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T.S. Eliot

Thomas Stearns Eliot, OM (26 September 1888–4 January 1965), was a poet, playwright and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Among his most famous writings are the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay "Tradition and the Individual Talent". Eliot was born in the United States, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39. Of his nationality and its role in his work, Eliot said: "[My poetry] wouldn't be what it is if I'd been born in England, and it wouldn't be what it is if I'd stayed in America. It's a combination of things. But in its sources, in its emotional springs, it comes from America."

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Otilia

It's personal.

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noemi todean

it's me....the same ....so, am terminat liceul la colegiul national andrei muresanu dej ...am castigat premiul intii la concursul de poezii 'pana de aur' la nivel national,am participat la diferite olimpiade de limba si literatura romana si latina in cadrul scolii generale si liceu. sunt in anul III la facultatea de psihologie babes bolyai cluj napoca.lucrez ca receptioner sef la black tulip hotel dej, hotel de 4 stele.

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Nedelea Emanuel

"Life's a wheel of fortune and it's my chance to spin it."Tupac Amaru Shakur

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zero nume

some other time ....it's so lonnnng ....u'll get bored

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it’s five o'clock somewhere

de Victor Ciobanu

It’s five o'clock somewhere, această oră ne pare atât de târzie, ne pare undeva foarte departe sau, cine știe, poate suntem deja captivii ei pentru eternitate. It’s five o'clock somewhere, mări pline...

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The Hollow Men

de T.S. Eliot

I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats\'...

Christabel

de Samuel Taylor Coleridge

PART I \'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock ; Tu--whit !-- -- Tu--whoo ! And hark, again ! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew. Sir Leoline,...

Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 7 - Cutting from \"the Dailygraph\". (Pasted in Mina Murray\'s Journal.) From a Correspondent. 8 August. Whitby One of the greatest and suddenest storms on record has just been experienced...

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The Code

de Robert Frost

There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a...

Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...

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Destinație

de Dana Stanescu

Înainte de a citi, cer puțină îngăduință. În ultimul timp, mi se nasc versurile în engleză, nu e snobism și nici experimentalism, cam tot ce citesc acum e în această limbă, asta poate fi o...

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Song of wine

de Emile Nelligan

Fresh in joy\'s live light all things coincide, This fine may eve! like living hopes that once Were in my heart, the choring birds once Their prelude to my window open wide. O fine may eve! o happy...