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Canterbury Tales

Geoffrey Chaucer's medieval classic, 'Canterbury Tales,' is a compilation of stories narrated by a diverse group of travelers on their journey to the Cathedral of Canterbury. The tales range from humorous anecdotes to moral parables, showcasing the social and cultural landscape of 14th-century England. more

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Geoffrey Chaucer

Geoffrey Chaucer was an English poet, writer, and philosopher, renowned for his seminal work 'The Canterbury Tales'. Born in 1343, Chaucer lived through the transition from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance, serving in various roles such as a courtier, diplomat, and civil servant. His writings reflect the social and cultural shifts of his era. more

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