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Christiane Vulpius. Christiane Vulpius, drawn by Goethe, c. 1788 –1789. Currently displayed at Goethe House, in the Innenstadt district of Frankfurt am Main. Johanna Christiana Sophie Vulpius von Goethe (1 June 1765 – 6 June 1816) was the longtime lover and later wife of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe .
Christian August Vulpius (23 January 1762 – 25 June 1827) was a German novelist and dramatist. His sister married the noted German writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
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Quick Facts Born, Died ... Christiane Vulpius, drawn by Goethe, c. 1788 –1789. Currently displayed at Goethe House, in the Innenstadt district of Frankfurt am Main. Johanna Christiana Sophie Vulpius von Goethe was the longtime lover and later wife of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
Christiane Vulpius, wife of Goethe, painted in 1811 by Karl Josef Raabe. — Alamy Ultimately, Middlemarch embodies a rejection of the definition of Bildun g established in Goethe’s Wilhelm Meister , where we see the formation of the protagonist up to the moment when he ceases to be egoistic and becomes socially centered and begins to shape ...
May 3, 2024 · Christian August Vulpius (born Jan. 23, 1762, Weimar, Saxe-Weimar [Germany]—died June 26, 1827, Weimar) was a German writer of popular historical novels and brother of Christiane Vulpius, Goethe’s wife. Educated at Jena and Erlangen, Vulpius became secretary to the baron of Soden at Nürnburg (1788).
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Jun 6, 2016 · The relationship dated back to the previous summer, when Christiane Vulpius had approached Goethe with a petition on behalf of her brother, Christian August. Christiane was the daughter of a minor civil servant who had died in 1782 after losing his post; she helped to support the family by working in a small factory making artificial flowers.
And the heart sickens for years with the insidious bane: Others drawn home to the head, full plumed, and cruelly pointed. Pierce to the marrow, and straight kindle the blood into flame. In the heroical age, when goddess and god were the lovers, Scarce did they look but they long'd, longing they rush'd to enjoy.
