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Half of our life is spent trying to find
something to do with the time
we have rushed through life
trying to save
Will Smith
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O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips
In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips
With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips
Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips
The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool
How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships
I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute
How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips
If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse
Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips
الا یا ایها الـساقی ادر کاسا و ناولـها
که عشق آسان نمود اول ولی افتاد مشکل‌ها
بـه بوی نافه‌ای کاخر صبا زان طره بگـشاید
ز تاب جعد مشکینش چه خون افـتاد در دل‌ها
مرا در منزل جانان چه امـن عیش چون هر دم
جرس فریاد می‌دارد که بربندید مـحـمـل‌ها
بـه می سجاده رنگین کن گرت پیر مغان گوید
کـه سالک بی‌خبر نبود ز راه و رسم منزل‌ها
شـب تاریک و بیم موج و گردابی چنین هایل
کـجا دانـند حال ما سبکـباران ساحـل‌ها
همـه کارم ز خود کامی به بدنامی کشید آخر
نـهان کی ماند آن رازی کز او سازند محفل‌ها
حضوری گر همی‌خواهی از او غایب مشو حافظ
مـتی ما تلق من تهوی دع الدنیا و اهملـها
مبعث
سلام عیدتون مبارک 
امیدوارم لحظات خوش و شیرینی در کنار خانواده داشته باشید.
و قدر این لحظات رو بدونید چون خیلی زود تموم می شن و سایه تنهایی
خیلی زود روی زندگی می افته و اونوقت فقط حسرت تکرار لحظات گذشته
برامون می مونه.
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موفق و پیروز باشید.
Romance by Edgar Allan Poe
Romance by Edgar Allan Poe
Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird
Taught me my alphabet to say
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie
A child—with a most knowing eye
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings
بیوگرافی ادگار آلن پو
Edgar Allan Poe Biography
EDGAR ALLEN POE was born in Boston, January 19, 1809, and after a
tempestuous life of forty years, he died in the city of Baltimore, October 7, 1849
His father, the son of a distinguished officer in the Revolutionary army, was educated for the law, but having married the beautiful English actress, Elizabeth Arnold, he abandoned law, and in company with his wife, led a wandering life on the stage. The two died within a short time of each other, leaving three children entirely destitute. Edgar, the second son, a bright, beautiful boy, was adopted by John Allen, a wealthy citizen of Richmond. Allen, having no children of his own, became very much attached to Edgar, and used his wealth freely in educating the boy. At the age of seven he was sent to school at Stoke Newington, near London, where he remained for six years. During the next three years he studied under private tutors, at the residence of the Allen's in Richmond. In 1826 he entered the University of Virginia, where he remained less than a year
After a year or two of fruitless life at home, a cadetship was obtained for him at West Point. He was soon tried by court-martial and expelled from school because he drank to excess and neglected his studies. Thus ended his school days
In 1829 he published "Al Aaraaf, and Minor Poems." "This work," says his biographer, Mr. Stoddard, "was not a remarkable production for a young gentleman of twenty." Poe himself was ashamed of the volume.
After his stormy school life, he returned to Richmond, where he was kindly received by Mr. Allen. Poe's conduct was such that Mr. Allen was obliged to turn him out of doors, and, dying soon after, he made no mention of Poe in his will
Now wholly thrown upon his own resources, he took up literature as a profession, but in this he failed to gain a living. He enlisted as a private soldier, but was soon recognized as the West Point cadet and a discharge procured.
In 1833 Poe won two prizes of $100 each for a tale in prose, and for a poem John P. Kennedy, one of the committee who made the award, now gave him means of support, and secured employment for him as editor of the "Southern Literary Messenger" at Richmond. After a short but successful editorial work on "The Messenger," his old habits returned, he quarreled with his publishers and was dismissed. While in Richmond he married his cousin, Virginia Clem, and in January, 1837, removed to New York. Here he gained a poor support by writing for periodicals
His literary work may be summed up as follows: In 1838 appeared a fiction entitled "The Narrative of Arthur Gorden Pym;" 1839, editor of Burton's "Gentleman's Magazine," Philadelphia; next, editor of "Graham's Magazine;" 1840, "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque," in two volumes; 1845, "The Raven," published by the "American Review;" then sub-editor of the "Mirror" under employment of N. P. Willis and Geo. P. Norris; next associate editor of the "Broadway Journal
His wife died in 1848. His poverty was now such that the press made appeals to the public for his support
In 1848 he published "Eureka, a Prose Poem
He went to Richmond in 1849, where he was engaged to a lady of considerable fortune. In October he started for New York to arrange for the wedding, but at Baltimore he met some of his former boon companions, and spent the night in drinking. In the morning he was found in a state of delirium, and died in a few hours
The most remarkable of his tales are "The Gold Bug," "The Fall of the House of Usher," "The Murders of the Rue Morgue," "The Purloined Letter," "A Descent into Maelstrom," and "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar." "The Raven" and "The Bells" alone would make the name of Poe immortal. The teachers of Baltimore placed a monument over his grave in 1875
Poe has been severely censured by many writers for his wild and stormy life, but we notice that Ingram and some other prominent authors claim that he has been willfully slandered and that many of the charges brought against him are not true. His ungovernable temper and high spirit led him into disputes with his friends, hence he was not enabled to hold any one position for a great length of time. Like Byron and Burns, he had faults in personal life, but his ungovernable passions are sleeping, while the sad strains of "The Raven," the clear and harmonious tones of "The Bells," and the powerful images of his fancy live in the immortal literature of his time
Biography from: http://www.2020site.org/literature/index.html
A Day Dream by Emily Bronte
A Day Dream by Emily Bronte
On a sunny brae, alone I lay
One summer afternoon
It was the marriage-time of May
With her young lover, June
From her mother's heart, seemed loath to part
That queen of bridal charms
But her father smiled on the fairest child
He ever held in his arms
The trees did wave their plumy crests
The glad birds carolled clear
And I, of all the wedding guests
Was only sullen there
There was not one, but wished to shun
My aspect void of cheer
The very grey rocks, looking on
Asked, "What do you here
And I could utter no reply
In sooth, I did not know
Why I had brought a clouded eye
To greet the general glow
So, resting on a healthy bank
I took my heart to me
And we together sadly sank
Into a reverie.
We thought, "When winter comes again
Where will these bright things be
All vanished, like a vision vain
An unreal mockery
The birds that now so blithely sing
Through deserts, frozen dry
Poor spectres of the perished spring
In famished troops, will fly
And why should we be glad at all
The leaf is hardly green
Before a token of its fall
Is on the surface seen
Now, whether it were really so
I never could be sure
But as in fit of peevish woe
I stretched me on the moor
A thousand thousand gleaming fires
Seemed kindling in the air
A thousand thousand silvery lyres
Resounded far and near
Me thought, the very breath I breathed
Was full of sparks divine
And all my heather-couch was wreathed
By that celestial shine
And, while the wide earth echoing rung
To their strange minstrelsy
The little glittering spirits sung
Or seemed to sing, to me
"O mortal! mortal! let them die
Let time and tears destroy
That we may overflow the sky
With universal joy
Let grief distract the sufferer's breast
And night obscure his way
They hasten him to endless rest
And everlasting day
To thee the world is like a tomb
A desert's naked shore
To us, in unimagined bloom
It brightens more and more
And could we lift the veil, and give
One brief glimpse to thin eye
Thou wouldst rejoice for those that live
Because they live to die
The music ceased; the noonday dream
Like dream of night, withdrew
But Fancy, still, will sometimes deem
Her fond creation true
یک درس ۱۰ دقیقه ای از برایان تریسی - روشهای افزایش فروش
یک درس از برایان تریسی یه صورت تصویری و آنلاین
در مورد افزایش فروش و روشهای مدیریت فروش است
لینک های مفید
سلام دوستان عزیز 
در قسمت لینک های روزانه وبلاگم لینکهای جالب و متنوعی قرار دادم
که امیدوارم مورد استفاده شما قرار بگیرد .
لطفا اگر لینک های جالب دیگری سراغ دارید به من معرفی کنید .