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Jean de La BruyèreJB

Jean de La Bruyère

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He was born in Paris, not, as was once thought, at Dourdan (in today's Essonne département) in 1645. His family was middle class, and his reference to a certain Geoffroy de La Bruyère, a crusader, is only a satirical illustration of a method of self-ennoblement common in France as in some other countries. Indeed he himself always signed the name Delabruyère in one word, as evidence of this. He could trace his family back at least as far as his great-grandfather, who had been a strong Leaguer. La Bruyère's own father was controller general of finance to the Hôtel de Ville. The son was educated by the Oratorians and at the University of Orléans; he was called to the bar, and in 1673 bought a post in the revenue department at Caen, which gave him status and an income. His predecessor in the post was a relation of Jacques Benigne Bossuet, and it is thought that the transaction was the cause of La Bruyère's introduction to the great orator Bossuet, who from the date of his own...

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paulo coelho

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Paulo Coelho was born in 1947 into a middle-class family, the son of Pedro, an engineer, and Lygia, a housewife. At seven, he entered the Jesuit school of San Ignacio in Rio de Janeiro. Paulo came to detest the obligatory nature of religious practice. However, although he hated praying and going to mass, there were compensations. In the school\'s austere corridors, Paulo discovered his true vocation: to be a writer. He won his first literary prize in a school poetry competition, and his sister, Sonia, recounts how she won an essay prize by entering something that Paulo had discarded in the wastepaper bin. \"Paulo Coelho is not only one of the most widely read, but also one the most influential authors writing today,\" wrote the Bambi awards in Germany. \"His books have had a life-enhancing impact on millions of people\" wrote The Times in UK. To date a sum of 280 translations in 59 languages have been published with sales totalling almost 56 million copies in 150 countries. For 15...

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Robert DuncanRD

Robert Duncan

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Robert Duncan (January 7, 1919 – February 3, 1988) was an American poet and a student of H.D. and the Western esoteric tradition who spent most of his career in and around San Francisco. Though associated with any number of literary traditions and schools, Duncan is often identified with the New American Poetry and Black Mountain poets. Duncan's mature work emerged in the 1950s from within the literary context of Beat culture and today he is also identified as a key figure in the San Francisco Renaissance. During the 1960s, Duncan achieved considerable artistic and critical success with three books; The Opening of the Field (1960), Roots and Branches (1964), and Bending the Bow (1968). These are generally considered to be his most significant works. His poetry is modernist in its preference for the impersonal, mythic, and hieratic, but Romantic in its privileging of the organic, the irrational and primordial, the not-yet-articulate blindly making its way into language like salmon...

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Not importantNI

Not important

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Nothing important.

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Not Wanted GirlNG

Not Wanted Girl

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Nimic de zis...

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Tra LalaTL

Tra Lala

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Anca Sandu

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not much to tell...

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mo derrik

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not yet ! is coming..

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Daniel XDX

Daniel X

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not available ... yet

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Just MeJM

Just Me

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Not ordinary...

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not today

de Mariana Pancu

timpul îți urlă în timpane azi nu ai fost fericit cum ai zgâria pe un jeep 4x4 porsche cayenne cu un cui ruginit spală-mă timid, scrijelești într-un colț de suflet iubește-mă apoi cu genunchii la...

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Proiectionistul

de Vasiliu Victor

Nu știa de cât timp își avea privirea ațintită către reflexia dată de geamul aburit și murdar. Rămase cu ochii pironiți pe chipul său tăiat de timp și îngălbenit ca un cer în miezul unei zile...

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Apollo si Daphne

de Mircea Barbulescu

A fost odata un mare zeu, zeul zeilor, Zeus, care a facut doi copii cu Leto, Apollo si Artemis... eh! Trecem direct la subiect. Apollo intrat in scena, frumos, destept si mor femeile de pe el, se...

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The Truth

de Coana Loenida

I have not heard from you and I wait and today I wake early. The sun peaking through the blinds lights on my telephone and says, \"you have not called.\" The telephone sits and I know that it knows...

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Minute of decay

de Brian Hugh Warner

there\'s not much left to love too tired today to hate I feel the empty I feel the minute of decay I\'m on my way down now I\'d like to take you with me the minute that it\'s born it begins to die...

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I shall...

de Alex

i shall not leap but i shall fight, i shall not tempt and shall not lie i shall believe in what is right and what is right is what i do and what i\'ve done y\'all can\'t undo jesus a kid like me who...

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CV

de William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare Sonnet CV Let not my love be called idolatry Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love...

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Rose of Doom

de Filip Ruxandra

It is the middle of the night And I sit here not sleeping tight, Thinking of what I should be doing Instead of research doing. For tomorrow I’ll be the subject of a test And fear I’ll be listened...

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The Telephone

de Robert Frost

\"When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flower I heard you talk. Don\'t say I didn\'t, for I heard you say-- You...

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(The ugly) Miracle

de Da

Every knife that stabs a back and makes you feel you`re not a wreck It's a miracle All our creations great and small Crappy streets and blocks that fall That's a miracle Half-drunk babies being born...

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