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WYWilliam Butler Yeats
The Irish poet and dramatist William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) was the leader of the Irish Literary Renaissance during the early 20th century. Yeats\'s early lyrical poetry and drama drew inspiration from Irish legend and occult learning, but his later writing became increasingly engaged with his own time. W. B. Yeats, b. Dublin, June 13, 1865, d. Jan. 28, 1939, was perhaps the greatest English-language poet of the 20th century. The major defining elements of Yeats\'s poetic career were visible by his 24th year. He had formed a profound attachment to the county of Sligo, where he stayed for long periods while living in London (1867-83); his interest in the occult led him to found (1885) the Dublin Hermetic Society and to join (1887) the London Lodge of Theosophists; his 1885 meeting with the nationalist John O\'Leary prompted his discovery of Ireland as a literary subject and his commitment to the cause of Irish national identity; in 1889 he fell in love with Maud Gonne and published...
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ELEdward Lear
Edward Lear (12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888) was an English artist, illustrator, author, and poet, renowned today primarily for his literary nonsense, in poetry and prose, and especially his limericks, a form that he popularised. Lear was born into a middle-class family in the village of Holloway, the 21st child of Ann and Jeremiah Lear. He was raised by his eldest sister, also named Ann, 21 years his senior. Ann doted on Lear and continued to mother him until her death, when Lear was almost 50 years of age. Due to the family's failing financial fortune, at age four he and his sister had to leave the family home and set up house together. Largely educated by himself, Lear has been described as idiosyncratic yet brilliantly talented[citation needed]. Lear also suffered from health issues. From the age of six he suffered frequent grand mal epileptic seizures, and bronchitis, asthma, and in later life, partial blindness. Lear experienced his first seizure at a fair near Highgate with his...
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Sonnet XXIII
de William Shakespeare
As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength\'s abundance weakens his own heart. So I, for fear of...
Aniversare
de Paul R. Prodan
May you stay as beautiful as now, Across the tides of time. May you be a relic in my heart, Across the tides of time. May we age together and forever, Across the tides of time. May we learn to love...
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...
In Response to \"Te iubesc means I Love You\" by A
de Oana Tautu
Te Iubesc does mean I love you and it\'s always been that way; a phrase, a simple feeling taken for granted these days; letters, words and phrases are thrown about us everyday! When will we learn to...
Gnomic Verses
de William Blake
i Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street. ii To God If you have form\'d a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. iii...
Portrait of a Lady
de T.S. Eliot
Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange...
Postcard to The Past
de Ohm
The past... Wow, what can I say. All this soon will fade. All this will simply be fetilizer for the future. The past can\\\\\\\'t help but cry, and die... drowning in its own tears (and sometimes its...
The Poems of Sappho Part I
de Sappho
The Poetry of Sappho: Introduction By J.B Hare Imagine that two millenia or so in the future, literary experts attempt to collect the glories of our literature. Most of our paper writings have...
without you
de raluca
Without You You gave me strength to stand alone, You taught me how to reach my own, You tried to see into my soul, You found some things I\'d never know Without you... And now I\'m on my own again, I...
In Dumbrava
de Dana Radler
Grey-greenish benches bent over my steps while dark wood tiles shine into sun The grey, soft steps of past and sorrow melt, Troita’s silky black fur strokes my fingers. The vertigo of memories...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 7) ACT IV SCENE II Another room in the castle. [Enter HAMLET] HAMLET Safely stowed. ROSENCRANTZ: | | [Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! GUILDENSTERN: | HAMLET What noise?...
Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza
de Mihai Eminescu
See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...
Numarand timpul pe broaste
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Counting the frogs, the skins and the birds, And the stars and the wings And the arms and the dreams, Counting the crows the fingers,the toes, Whispers and shouts the loves and the doubts, Counting...
Lucrul cel mai pretios
de Florin DeRoxas
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.” Nat King Cole cand viata-ti pare fara sens, nimic nu e cum tu ai vrea, mai ai o singura sansa: sa o intalnesti pe ea....
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....
Cel mai măreț lucru...
de Ioan Stoenica
În primul rând mi-am înrădăcinat și mai mult credința că să iubești și să fi iubit este cel mai măreț și important lucru… Apoi mi-am dat seama că e mai bine să iubești și să suferi decât să nu...
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...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VIII
de John Milton
Book VIII The Angel ended, and in Adam\'s ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What...