A houppelande or houpelande is an outer garment, with a long, full body and flaring sleeves, that was worn by both men and women in Europe in the late Medieval period. Sometimes the houppelande was lined with fur. The garment was later worn by professional classes, and has remained in Western civilization as the familiar academic and legal robes of today.
The houppelande appeared around 1380 and was to remain fashionable well into the next century. The edges of the houppelande were often dagged, or cut into decorative scallops.
Giacomo Antonio Domenico Michele Secondo Maria Puccini (Italian pronunciation: [ˈdʒaːkomo putˈtʃiːni]; 22 December 1858 – 29 November 1924) was an Italian composer whose operas, including La bohème, Tosca, Madama Butterfly, and Turandot, are among the most frequently performed in the standard repertoire. Some of his arias, such as "O mio babbino caro" from Gianni Schicchi, "Che gelida manina" from La bohème, and "Nessun dorma" from Turandot, have become part of popular culture.
Described by Encyclopædia Britannica Online as "one of the greatest exponents of operatic realism", he is regarded as one of the last major Italian opera composers. His repertoire is essentially rooted in verismo, or a post-Romantic operatic tradition and literary style. Whilst his work is essentially based on traditional late-19th century Italian opera, his music shows some influences from then-contemporary composers and movements such as Igor Stravinsky and Impressionism. Common themes within his operas include the important role, yet usually tragic end, of his heroines, as well as love; furthermore, there is a strong presence of exoticism in his operas, with several being set in faraway locations.
Alphonse Daudet (13 May 1840 – 16 December 1897) was a French novelist. He was the father of Léon Daudet and Lucien Daudet.
Alphonse Daudet was born in Nîmes, France. His family, on both sides, belonged to the bourgeoisie. The father, Vincent Daudet, was a silk manufacturer — a man dogged through life by misfortune and failure. Alphonse, amid much truancy, had a depressing boyhood. In 1856 he left Lyon, where his schooldays had been mainly spent, and began life as a schoolteacher at Alès, Gard, in the south of France. The position proved to be intolerable and Daudet said later that for months after leaving Alès he would wake with horror, thinking he was still among his unruly pupils.
On 1 November 1857, he abandoned teaching and took refuge with his brother Ernest Daudet, only some three years his senior, who was trying, "and thereto soberly," to make a living as a journalist in Paris. Alphonse took to writing, and his poems were collected into a small volume, Les Amoureuses (1858), which met with a fair reception. He obtained employment on Le Figaro, then under Cartier de Villemessant's energetic editorship, wrote two or three plays, and began to be recognized, among those interested in literature, as possessing individuality and promise. Morny, Napoleon III's all-powerful minister, appointed him to be one of his secretaries — a post which he held till Morny's death in 1865 — and showed Daudet no small kindness. Daudet had put his foot on the road to fortune.
Alexandre Dumas, pronounced: [a.lɛk.sɑ̃dʁ dy.ma], born Dumas Davy de la Pailleterie ([dy.ma da.vi də pa.jət.ʁi]) (24 July 1802 – 5 December 1870) was a French writer, best known for his historical novels of high adventure which have made him one of the most widely read French authors in the world. Many of his novels, including The Count of Monte Cristo, The Three Musketeers, Twenty Years After, and The Vicomte de Bragelonne were originally serialized. He also wrote plays and magazine articles and was a prolific correspondent. Born in poverty, Dumas was the grandson of a French nobleman and a Haitian slave.
Alexandre Dumas was born in Villers-Cotterêts in the department of Aisne, in Picardy, France.
Dumas' paternal grandparents were Marquis Alexandre-Antoine Davy de la Pailleterie, a French nobleman and Général commissaire in the Artillery in the colony of Saint-Domingue (now Haiti) and Marie-Cesette Dumas, an Afro-Caribbean Creole of mixed French and African ancestry. Their son, Thomas-Alexandre Dumas, married Marie-Louise Élisabeth Labouret, the daughter of an innkeeper. Thomas-Alexandre, then a general in Napoleon's army, fell out of favor and the family was impoverished when Dumas was born.
Thiang
'There is a happy land, far, far away,
Where saints in Glory stand, bright, bright as day.'
[Spoken]
In the beginning God created the-heaven and the-earth.
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This one is based on a true story
It's called Happyland
It was on a summer night
She says, a year ago today
Packed, the place was packed
The chicos lookin' for some play
He wore a satin shirt
And said a prayer to Yemaya
And he was calm and handsome
As they squeezed through to the bar
The girls were in tight dresses
Just like sweets in cellophane
Everyone was there, Sabroson from Spanish Harlem
And luz from Camaguey
In her hand a single rose
In her mouth a razorblade
Hot, the place was hot
Too many people to be safe
She says
It was our night
Watch us seize the day
And dance it all away
Bailamos, esa noche, bailamos
In Happyland
It was on a summer night
She says, it was a year ago
Packed, the place was packed
But where else were they gonna go
And then she heard the screams
And saw the smoke come down
And then it really turned into
The hottest club in town
She remembers all the firetrucks
And that maldito TV crew
And he, he didn't make it
So, "Mi amor, this song's for you"
She's got red shoes on her feet
And a red smile on her face
And people say she's loca
To go back into that place
She says, this is my night
Watch me seize the day
And dance it all away
Bailare, esta noche, bailare
In Happyland
Bailare, esa noche, bailare
In Happyland
In Happyland
(Peters)
My world
There's no love lost between
Me and this old great big world
That will never change
So I made my own one
In my own time true to scale
In my own house
My world
Little shops and little houses
Tiny trains that always run on time
Little men and little ladies
Everyone there is a friend of mine
My world
In my own time
Thiang:
"There is a happy land, far, far away, Where saints in Glory stand, bright, bright as
day."
[Spoken]
In the happyland
In the happyland
In the happyland
Poison my sight while you kiss me goodnight
In the happyland
Go on and poison my sight while you kiss me goodnight
In the happyland
Well your daddy left home
Mum is still on the phone
Lost belief in
Love's deceiving
Always going, went, gone
Poison my sight while you kiss me goodnight
In the happyland
Close the door and leave your key
You think you've got me but you'll see
When you're starting to lose me
I'm already gone
In the happyland
In the happyland
Night lingers on, we'll be safe until dawn
In the happyland
As the night lingers on, we'll be safe until dawn
In the happyland
Cause your daddy left home
Mum is still on the phone
Lost belief in
Love's deceiving
Always going, went, gone
Night lingers on, we'll be safe until dawn
In the happyland
Close the door and leave your key
You think you've got me but you'll see
When you're starting to lose me
I'm already gone
In the happyland
In the happyland
They will hurt you
And desert you
That's what they do
In the happyland
Thiang
"There is a happy land, far, far away,
Where saints in Glory stand, bright, bright as day."
[Spoken] In the beginning God created the-heaven and the-earth.
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