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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

• A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.

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• A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man's the noblest work of God.

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• All are but parts of one stupendous whole, whose body, nature is, and God the soul.

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• All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to Fame.

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• All gardening is landscape-painting.

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• All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony, not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, 'Whatever is, is right.'

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• All our knowledge is, ourselves to know.

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• All seems infected that th'infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

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• Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes; The glorious fault of angels and of gods.

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• Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.

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• And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.

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• And he himself one vile antithesis.

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• And he, whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad.

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• And mistress of herself, though china fall.

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• And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.

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• And what is Fame? the Meanest have their Day, The Greatest can but blaze, and pass away.

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• Another age shall see the golden ear Imbrown the slope, and nod on the parterre, Deep harvests bury all his pride has planned, And laughing Ceres re-assume the land.

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• As some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there.

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• As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.

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• Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.

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