Who is Pierre Corneille

Pierre Corneille (French pronunciation: ​[pjɛʁ kɔʁnɛj]; 6 June 1606 – 1 October 1684) was a French tragedian. He is generally considered one of the three great seventeenth-century French dramatists, along with Molière and Racine.As a young man, he earned the valuable patrionate of Cardinal Richelieu, who was trying to promote classical tragedy along formal lines, but later quarrelled with him, especially over his best-known play, Le Cid, about a medieval Spanish warrior, which was denounced by the newly formed Académie française for breaching the unities. He continued to write well-received tragedies for nearly forty years.BiographyEarly yearsCorneille was born in Rouen, Normandy, France, to Marthe Le Pesant and Pierre Corneille, a distinguished lawyer. His younger brother, Tho...
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Bearacs: brilliant week with our french exchange partners from lycée pierre corneille! highlights: orienteering, football, irish dancing, the lifeboat station, the fishery harbour, the titanic cobh, and copper mines. huge thanks to students and families who made the visit such a success
Karlklausewitz: “where there is no peril in the fight, there is no glory in the triumph.” -pierre corneille
Glorialee252: the manner in which it is given is worth more than the gift. - pierre corneille
Ramadhayn: we never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness. pierre corneille
Hassn1020657: “we never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness.” –pierre corneille
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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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