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Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHL

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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n. 27 februarie 1807, Portland, Maine, SUA d. 24 martie 1882, Cambridge, Massachusetts, SUA Poet american Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American educator and poet whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and "Evangeline". He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy and was one of the five members of the group known as the Fireside Poets. Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, and studied at Bowdoin College. After spending time in Europe he became a professor at Bowdoin and, later, at Harvard College. His first major poetry collections were Voices of the Night (1839) and Ballads and Other Poems (1841). Longfellow retired from teaching in 1854 to focus on his writing, living the remainder of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in a former headquarters of George Washington. His first wife, Mary Potter, died in 1835 after a miscarriage. His second wife, Frances Appleton, died in 1861...

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Samuel Taylor "Estese" Coleridge (1772-1834) Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born in Ottery St. Mary on 21 October 1772, youngest of the ten children of John Coleridge, a minister, and Ann Bowden Coleridge. He was often bullied as a child by Frank, the next youngest, and his mother was apparently a bit distant, so it was no surprise when Col1 ran away at age seven. He was found early the next morning by a neighbor, but the events of his night outdoors frequently showed up in imagery in his poems (and his nightmares) as well as the notebooks he kept for most of his adult life. John Coleridge died in 1781, and Col was sent away to a London charity school for children of the clergy. He stayed with his maternal uncle2. Col was really quite a prodigy; he devoured books and eventually earned first place in his class. His brother Luke died in 1790 and his only sister Ann in 1791, inspiring Col to write "Monody," one of his first poems, in which he likens himself to Thomas Chatterton3. Col was...

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Kenneth KochKK

Kenneth Koch

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Poetul, romancierul și scenaristul Kenneth Jay Koch s-a născut la 27 februarie 1925 în Cincinnati, Ohio, USA. După ce își face stagiul militar, în 1943, își începe studiile la Universitatea Harward, continuându-le la Columbia University. Timp de trei ani e rezident în Franța și Italia. În anii 1968 și 1969, Kenneth Koch inițiază un curs experimental în cadrul căruia încearcă să-i învețe pe copii să scrie poezie, inițiativă care se bucură de mult succes. Dintre volumele sale amintim: Days and Nights (1982) From the Air (1979) Ko: or, A Season on Earth (1959) On the Edge (1986) On the Great Atlantic Rainway: Selected Poems 1950–1988 (1994) One Train (1994) Permanently (1961) Poems (1953) Bertha, & other plays (1966) Poems from 1952 and 1953 (1968) Seasons on Earth (1987) Sleeping with Women (1969) Straits (1998) Thank You and Other Poems (1962) The Art of Love (1975) The Burning Mystery of Anna in 1951 (1979) The Duplications (1977) The Pleasures of Peace and Other Poems (1969) When the...

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NO

no one

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Oana S.

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irina

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Gelu Ahtum

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am terminat liceul,armata,iar acum sunt gardian, sunt casatorit,imi place poezia buna!

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Butnariu Catalin

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petruta ionescu

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filolog, psiholog

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Pelin Razvan Romeo

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One-night-stand

de Laura Gavrila

T-am clonat in mintea mea Te-am pus sa te certi cu mine, Ne-am privit, ne-am iubit Am lipit doua suflete pereche. Pana cand am vazut ca unul era de gheata Si tu ai plecat, da stai nu tu ai plecat...

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one night stand

de adrian cirstea

am aprins lămpile sub inima ta să-ți trezesc în piept fierbânțeala nopților în care ne iubeam pe preșuri uscate tămâia arde în candela de lângă noptieră răspândind în aer miros de idilă anunțând în...

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compostat ca un bilet de troleu

de alexandru surin

compostat ca un bilet de troleu port semnele specifice unei poze pe care am studiat-o in fata oglinzii de barbierit a lui sandu patru ani lungi ca o calatorie cu personalul in campia romana uneori...

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on & on

de Diana Suciu

păcatele mi se înfășoară în jurul gâtului pe ață formând un lanț de perle negre incomplet îmi spăl amintirile în chiuvetă le pun la uscat și apoi mă îmbrac cu ele pe interior îmi țin de cald...

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One of us cannot be wrong

de Leonard Cohen

I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your...

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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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The Wood-Pile

de Robert Frost

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, \'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther- and we shall see\'. The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot...

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personal indifference

de Alina

I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone Watch as he lies silent, for soon night will be gone I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to fly I will make my way, through, one...

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story....

de Florea Ana-Maria

Grey! That was the colour that described everything around him:nature,atmosphere,colours....everything... One glance around him and he felt as if the colour entered his soul,never to leave it! He got...

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Moon kiss

de Andrei Tudora

We were walking in the park Holding hands, late at night. We were alone, it wasn’t dark, We had the moon, we had our light. And then, she stoped and looked at me, The full moon was shining above, I...

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