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PCPierre de Saint Cloud
This skillful and cultured poet brought the adventures of Renart the Fox, known previously only in Latin, to a wider, French-speaking public. The two earliest branches of the Roman de Renart, II and Va (ca. 1174–77), which relate the love affair of Renart and Hersent the she-wolf, are attributed to him. Though he imitated Ysengrimus for three episodes (“Renart and Chantecler,” “Renart and the Titmouse,” “Renart and Hersent”) and Marie de France for another (“The Fox and the Crow”), “Renart and Tibert the Cat” is his own invention. He pokes fun at the legal system, pontifical legates and certain religious institutions, princes and nobles, through a subtle parody, intended largely to evoke laughter, of the chansons de geste and Arthurian romance. He was read and imitated by French and foreign authors of beast epics, such as Jacquemart Gielée, Heinrich der Glîchezâre, and Chaucer), by fabulists and writers of exempla (Eudes de Cheriton, Nicole Bozon, Jacques de Vitry), and by Philippe de...
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Suciu Cristian Nicolae
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ioana alexandrescu
studenta la facultatea de sociologie, anul I...
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ISIsabella Simon
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APAlexandra Pop
A story with ups and downs..always following the silver line of the clouds...
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catindatu mihai
Daca ma gandesc la propia-mi viata sunt tentat sa o compar cu trecerea prin anotimpul primaverii si al verii , atunci a fost copilaria si tineretea iar toamna ar fi tot o tinerete dar mai matura,mai plina de miez,de amintiri.Iarna nu stii cand incepe in viata ta pentru ca de fapt tot restul vietii ne pregatim pentru acel drum spre propriul Pol Sud. Mi-am petrecut anii intre masini si masinarii,in miros de sudura,de ulei incins,am trait si inca traiesc alaturi de truditorii fierului,e o arta ciudata pentru ca de fapt orice meserie e o arta si are artistii ei ,din pacate anonimi pentru ca nimeni n-o sa fie extaziat de o roata dintata sau de un strung. Mi-a placut mereu muzica ,de fapt sufletului meu i-a placut sa se inconjoare de muzica si cand ma simt dezamagit si foarte trist ascult piesa "Ocean cloud"cu Marillion.Sper ca pot sa transmit ceva bun din sufletul meu ,din modestia si intelegerea mea pentru ceilalti.
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MFMaurice Fombeure
Maurice Fombeure, né à Jardres (Vienne) le 23 septembre 1906 et mort à Paris le 1er janvier 1981, est un écrivain et poète français. Issu d\'une famille d\'agriculteurs du Poitou, il fit ses études au collège puis à l\'École normale de Poitiers. Poursuivant ses études à l\'École normale supérieure de Saint-Cloud, il fut ensuite professeur de lettres dans des lycées parisiens, mais resta toujours très attaché à sa région natale. Très actif dans les milieux littéraires de la capitale, il a obtenu le Grand Prix de poésie de la Ville de Paris en 1958. Un musée lui est consacré à Bonneuil-Matours. On y retrouve des originaux de ses œuvres ainsi que de nombreux effets personnels de l\'écrivain. Œuvres Images de la nuit (Sagesse, 1935) Les Moulins de la parole (La Hune, 1936) Bruits de la terre (Debresse, 1937) Maléfices des fontaines (Feuillets de l\'Îlot, 1939) À pas de souris (Carnets de l\'oiseau-mouche, 1939) Chansons du sommeil léger (Debresse, 1941) D\'amour et d\'aventure (Debresse,...
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Dive in my vein
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Dive in my vein, I\'m alive... Feel my pain strifeing outside the walls, Take a dive down the pipes into my soul, Dig into my story... your wing on my clouds, your Ming dinasty nails into my hair,...
Ghost
de Alin Niculae
\"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore.\" on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 7 - Cutting from \"the Dailygraph\". (Pasted in Mina Murray\'s Journal.) From a Correspondent. 8 August. Whitby One of the greatest and suddenest storms on record has just been experienced...
EMSHA
de Olariu Fabian
Acum taci. Încearca sa scrii mai departe Ignora-ti constiinta. Gândeste aparte... Usor usor totul...dispare din fata ta Si, – uite! – lumina. Caldura. Tradarea. Dulcea tradare. Încet, încet dispare...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...
Ah, vocabularul!(do you take sugar with that?)
de Nicoleta Stefanescu
sau cum se poate aplica (yeah!) legea pruteanu în sens invers și în traduceri libere de tot (like, you know, “Revenge of the Nerds”) Avem oră de “dirigenție”: directorul răcnește din toți rărunchii...
PARADISE LOST -- Book XII
de John Milton
Book XII As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored, If Adam aught perhaps might interpose; Then, with...
WALKING IN LIGHT
de Floriana Pachia
I first halted on the riverbank staring before and behind at the myriad signs sprung like grass blades along the walks of life I left behind a harbor a sunny seashore and people up and about renting...
Wearing The Outside In
de Leonard Ancuta
Da, este adevărat, Richard Wright , membru fondator Pink Floyd, omul din spatele claviaturilor, s-a întors înăuntru după ce a petrecut 65 de ani afară. Da, așa cum îmi închipui eu ascultând Atom...
The Winter of Our Discontent
de tea nicolescu
Tea Nicolescu O carte: Mitto”„Words should be wind or water or thunder”(J.S. 1962) „The Winter of Our Discontent” romanul lui John Steinbeck cartea aceea despre care eu cred că poate fi considerată...
As I lay here
de Andrei Dumitrescu
As I lay here spilling out my blood to the unkind world this grimfull night, My wishes become demons, my visions, seeings on other grounds with round tables burning clouds above time as the only love...
Never say never
de constantinescu claudia
You\'re surrounded by dark clouds And never think you\'ll run away Never think will be some times When you\'ll smile again...someday You\'re life is full of tears and pain But never say you live in...
On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations
de Robert Frost
You\'ll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves. The sun and moon get crossed, but they never...