To My Mother Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849 Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of “Mother," Therefore by that dear name I long have called you— You
Thomas Stearns Eliot, OM (26 September 1888 – 4 January 1965) was a British essayist, publisher, playwright, literary and social critic, and "one of the twentieth century's major poets".He moved from his native United States to England in 1914 at the age of 25, settling, working, and marrying there.
By|Abeer Almadawy Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov, he is the first poet who is represented the Russian poetry,almost is considered as the father of poetry in Russia at (1711-1765). was a Russian polymath, scientist and writer, who made important contributions to literature, education, and science. Among his discoveries were the atmosphere
Author|Abeer Almadawy The mask, short story belong to the collection of the stories " During Our Voyeurism" now in Amazon kindle There is no more than a few moments to get out of the theater, every night, he comes here to provide his interesting display following him wearing his
I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I watered it in fears,Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles,And with soft deceitful wiles.And it grew both day