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La Pucelle; Or, the Maid of Orléans: A Poem, in XXI Cantos. Volume 1 of 2.

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Voltaire
Voltaire

Voltaire, a French Enlightenment philosopher, writer, and thinker, was born on November 21, 1694, and died on May 30, 1778. He had a profound impact on philosophy, literature, and science in France and Europe with his sharp wit and critical spirit. more

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