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Die Schönheit des Stils ist ein Werk des Fleißes, nicht des Talentes.
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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 335 Jahre, 10 Monate, 29 Tage oder 122.689 Tage alt.
Geboren am 21.05.1688 in London
Gestorben am 30.05.1744 in Twickenham/London
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Weitere 297 Zitate von Alexander Pope
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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.