"keep my secret well" – 752 rezultate
0.03 secundeMeilisearchJohn 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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David Bowie
A consummate musical chameleon, David Bowie created a career in the Sixties and Seventies that featured his many guises: folksinger, androgyne, alien, decadent, blue-eyed soul man, modern rock star-each one spawning a league of imitators. His late-Seventies collaborations with Brian Eno made Bowie one of the few older stars to be taken seriously by the new wave. In the Eighties, Let\'s Dance (#1, 1983), his entree into the mainstream, was followed by attempts to keep up with current trends. David Jones took up the saxophone at age 13, and when he left Bromley Technical High School (where a friend permanently paralyzed Jones\' left pupil in a fight) to work as a commercial artist three years later, he had started playing in bands (the Konrads, the King Bees, David Jones and the Buzz). Three of Jones\' early bands -- the King Bees, the Manish Boys (featuring session guitarist Jimmy Page), and Davey Jones and the Lower Third -- each recorded a single. In 1966, after changing his name to...
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KEES BUDDINGH\'
Poezia sa este foarte personală, experiența este relatată cu sentiment, dar fără milă. A studiat literatura engleză și a fost câtva timp redactor la mai multe periodice literare. A debutat în anul 1941, cu volumul Cântecul enervat, dobândind notorietate cu Rime din gât, tipărite clandestin în timpul războiului și reeditate apoi în antologia Muza ușoară (1956).
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Ssanziana
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Nnephalim
Who keeps an arrow in his bow, And if you prod him, lets it go? A fervent friend, a subtle foe –
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GHGerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J. (28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889), was an English poet, Roman Catholic convert, and Jesuit priest, whose 20th-century fame established him posthumously among the leading Victorian poets. His experimental explorations in prosody (especially sprung rhythm) and his use of imagery established him as a daring innovator in a period of largely traditional verse. He was educated at Highgate School and then Balliol College, Oxford, where he studied classics. Hopkins was an unusually sensitive student and poet, as witnessed by his class-notes and early poetic pieces. It was at Oxford that he forged a friendship with Robert Bridges (eventual Poet Laureate of England) which would be of importance in his development as a poet, and his posthumous acclaim. Hopkins began his time in Oxford as a keen socialite and prolific poet, but he seemed to have alarmed himself with the changes in his behaviour that resulted, and he became more studious and began recording his sins in his...
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keep my secret well
de emilian valeriu pal
pre_text pentru că de trei zile plouă nonstop și apa a ajuns pînă la ferestre nicio fărîmă de soare și oamenii se sufocă sunt pe cale de dispariție pentru că nu se cunosc între ei pentru că am luat...
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...
The Afternoon of a Faun
de Stéphane Mallarmé
These nymphs I would perpetuate. So clear Their light carnation, that it floats in the air Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved? My doubt, a heap of ancient night, is finishing In many...
The Rape of Lucrece
de William Shakespeare
To the Right Honourable Henry Wriothesly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. THE love I dedicate to your lordship is without end; whereof this pamphlet, without beginning, is but a...
THE GRIFFIN
de Alina Mihai
I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...
Selected strophes from Les Chants de Maldoror Translated by Dan Clore
de Comte de Lautreamont
Canto I: 6 You should let your fingernails grow for fifteen days. Oh! -- How sweet it is to brutally tear a youth with a hairless upper lip from his bed and, eyes wide open, pretend that you\'ll...
One
de Alex
one tear to wash my face one heart to rule above all one mind to think for all one life to learn them all one sin to lead me right one beat to relax my ears one blunt to chill my mind one girl to...
Sonnet XXVII
de William Shakespeare
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body\'s work\'s expired: For then my thoughts, from far...
I TRY
de Coana Loenida
Games, changes and fears When will they go from here When will they stop I believe that fate has brought us here And we should be together But we\'re not I play it off but I\'m dreamin of you I\'ll...
Break
de Alexandru Red
I walk alone I am alone I think alone I\'ll die alone. Don\'t think i can make it on my own I think i need someone to help me. Such is life So sad but true Kills everything That\'s close to you , Try...
Are you really mine?
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Are you really mine... deepest of the deep sheepest of the sheep, nothingness in my head pityful pretender, Are you really mine, pretty thing that you are fading inside as roses do in autumns... Are...
Avatar
de Otilia Mărculescu
I see you and by this meaning that I am not naive you can rest assure about that- I will not preach that at my birth the goddesses came and blessed me with the gift of sight this is something I...
And so it is...
de Bianca Goean
And so it is just like you said it would be life goes easy on me most of the time and so it is the shorter story no love, no glory no hero in her sky Te-ai întrebat vreodată de unde a apărut...
survivor
de Roger McGough
Everyday, I think about dying. About disease, starvation, violence, terrorism, war, the end of the world. It helps keep my mind off things.