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Then sculpture and her sister arts revived stones leaped to form, and rocks began to live.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
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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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O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
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Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.
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Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
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Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
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A pear-tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show, And hung with dangling pears was every bough.
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In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
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Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.
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