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BACK	And die of nothing but from rage to live. They dream in courtship, they wake in wedlock. So vast is art, so narrow human wit. A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left. Passions are the gales of life. Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me. To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves. To err is human; to forgive is divine. Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise. A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring. The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person. No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many woman hate a man for being a friend to her. here is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit. Act well your part, there all the honour lies. Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light! Pope Alexander 1688 έως 1744 (56)
Alexander Pope was en English poet, the first who managed to live in England by his art, without the need of an aristocrat or state patronage. He was born in London, to a Catholic family in 1688, at a time that the Anglican Church was oppressing Catholics by imposing bans on their life and education. His father was a merchant and in 1690 they moved to Winsor Forest where were living many Catholics. The same year Alexander suffered from tuberculosis from which he was left with frail health and imperfect physique; he was hunched and his height did not exceed 1.40 meters. He was fond of learning but he was forbidden to access universities as a Catholics so he studied at home on his own, classical literature from Homer and Virgil to his contemporaries writers and learned ancient Greek and Latin, as well as French and Italian. He started to write poetry from an early age and at 24 he caused a sensation in literary circles with his work "Rape of the lock", which satirized the high society and heroic poetry of his time. With this project he gained admirers but also many enemies who felt offended by his sarcastic arrows. Since 1714 he began to translate Iliad, while in 1717 he published the poems "Memoirs of an unfortunate lady" and "Eloisa to Abelard", both they had great success. In 1719 he moved with his mother to Twickenham; in 1720, the completion of Iliad was a major editorial and financial success, he bought with the profits a villa in Twickenham. At that time, he became subject of many attacks from literature’s people and he fought back by publishing the book “The Dunciad”, satirizing writers and critics. The result was a great publishing success and the outbreak of a war that was not only literary. He was threatened and for a period of time he carried two pistols with him and had a shepherd’s dog for protection. In 1733 he published a philosophical poem and he briefly turned to writing essays, but in 1735 he abandoned the philosophy and resumed writing satirical texts against his enemies. From 1740 his health deteriorated a lot, he had difficulty in breathing because of asthma and could not walk due to dropsy. He died in 1744. "I am dying from hundred of good symptoms" were his last words, as his doctor had told him that his symptoms were not malignant. ALEXANDER POPE POEMS

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And die of nothing but from rage to live.
They dream in courtship, they wake in wedlock.
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
Passions are the gales of life.
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
To err is human; to forgive is divine.
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
here is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

Pope Alexander 1688 έως 1744 (56)

Alexander Pope was en English poet, the first who managed to live in England by his art, without the need of an aristocrat or state patronage. He was born in London, to a Catholic family in 1688, at a time that the Anglican Church was oppressing Catholics by imposing bans on their life and education. His father was a merchant and in 1690 they moved to Winsor Forest where were living many Catholics. The same year Alexander suffered from tuberculosis from which he was left with frail health and imperfect physique; he was hunched and his height did not exceed 1.40 meters. He was fond of learning but he was forbidden to access universities as a Catholics so he studied at home on his own, classical literature from Homer and Virgil to his contemporaries writers and learned ancient Greek and Latin, as well as French and Italian. He started to write poetry from an early age and at 24 he caused a sensation in literary circles with his work "Rape of the lock", which satirized the high society and heroic poetry of his time. With this project he gained admirers but also many enemies who felt offended by his sarcastic arrows.

Since 1714 he began to translate Iliad, while in 1717 he published the poems "Memoirs of an unfortunate lady" and "Eloisa to Abelard", both they had great success. In 1719 he moved with his mother to Twickenham; in 1720, the completion of Iliad was a major editorial and financial success, he bought with the profits a villa in Twickenham. At that time, he became subject of many attacks from literature’s people and he fought back by publishing the book “The Dunciad”, satirizing writers and critics. The result was a great publishing success and the outbreak of a war that was not only literary. He was threatened and for a period of time he carried two pistols with him and had a shepherd’s dog for protection. In 1733 he published a philosophical poem and he briefly turned to writing essays, but in 1735 he abandoned the philosophy and resumed writing satirical texts against his enemies. From 1740 his health deteriorated a lot, he had difficulty in breathing because of asthma and could not walk due to dropsy. He died in 1744. "I am dying from hundred of good symptoms" were his last words, as his doctor had told him that his symptoms were not malignant.

ALEXANDER POPE POEMS