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Laßt Toren streiten, welche Verfassung die beste sei! Wo am besten regiert wird, dort ist die Verfassung die beste.
Informationen über Alexander Pope
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 335 Jahre, 11 Monate, 28 Tage oder 122.719 Tage alt.
Geboren am 21.05.1688 in London
Gestorben am 30.05.1744 in Twickenham/London
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What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade Invites my step, and points to yonder glade?
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What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
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What the weak head with stronger bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
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What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me? But let a Lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
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What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.
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Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.
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Whatever makes man a slave takes half his worth away.
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When men grow virtuous in their old age, they only make a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.
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When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.
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Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade, / Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade: / Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, / And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
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Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade: Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
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Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, Or some frail china jar receive a flaw, Or stain her honour, or her new brocade, Forget her pray'rs, or miss a masquerade.
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While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
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Who combats bravely is not therefore brave: He dreads a deathbed like the meanest slave.
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Who now reads Cowley? if he pleases yet, His moral pleases, not his pointed wit.
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Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise; His pride in reasoning, not in acting, lies.
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Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare, The next a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him'till they burst.
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Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
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Who shall decide, when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
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Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.