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Schriftsteller, Übersetzer, Herausgeber, Dichter, "Pastorals", "Essay on Criticism", "The Rape of the Lock - Der Lockenraub", "The Dunciad", "Windsor Forest", (England, 1688 - 1744).

Alexander Pope · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum

Alexander Pope wäre heute 336 Jahre, 8 Monate, 13 Tage oder 122.979 Tage alt.

Geboren am 21.05.1688 in London
Gestorben am 30.05.1744 in Twickenham/London
Sternzeichen: ♊ Zwillinge

• There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship; and indeed friendship itself is only a part of virtue.

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• There still remains, to mortify a wit, The many-headed monster of the pit.

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• Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.

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• Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

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• Thy truffles, Perigord! thy hams, Bayonne!

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• To balance Fortune by a just expense, Join with Economy, Magnificence.

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• To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

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• To endeavour to work upon the vulgar with fine sense, is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.

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• To err is human; to forgive, divine.
  • Paul Catty spricht . . .

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• To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all.

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• To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

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• To pardon those absurdities in ourselves which we cannot suffer in others, is neither better nor worse than to be more willing to be fools ourselves than to have others so.

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• To rest, the cushion and soft Dean invite, Who never mentions Hell to ears polite.

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• To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

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• To whom can riches give repute, or trust, content, or pleasure, but the good and the just?

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• True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

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• Unlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art, No language, but the language of the heart.

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• Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies for ever.

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• Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!

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• Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full-resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine.

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