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OPE is a three letter acronym that can refer to:

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Diakofto–Kalavryta Railway - Rolling Stock - Diesel Trainsets
... passenger cars (a motor car and a control car) and a generator trailer or "OPE" (Greek ΟΠΕ) between them ...
Church Ope Cove
... Church Ope Cove is a small secluded beach on the sheltered eastern side of the Isle of Portland in Dorset, southern England ... Church Ope Cove is excellent for diving access to the numerous wrecks in the surrounding waters, and also for fishing, snorkelling and swimming ...
... OPE is a three letter acronym that can refer to Camp Opemikon Operator product expansion One Photon Excitation, see also Nonlinear optics ...
Operator Product Expansion
... In quantum field theory, the operator product expansion (OPE) is a Laurent series expansion of two operators ... A radial-ordered OPE can be written as a normal-ordered OPE minus the non-normal-ordered terms ... However, derivatives of the OPE can often separate the expansion into holomorphic and anti holomorphic expansions ...
George Naʻope
... George Lanakilakekiahialiʻi Naʻope (February 25, 1928 - October 26, 2009), born in Kalihi, Hawaiʻi, was a celebrated kumu hula, master Hawaiian chanter, and leading advocate and ... Naʻope was a scholar of ancient hula, which is hula developed and danced before 1893 ... years old under his great-grandmother, Mary Malia Pukaokalani Naʻope, who lived to be over 100 years old ...

Famous quotes containing the word ope:

    She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
    Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
    Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
    William Shakespeare (1564–1616)

    There are a sort of men whose visages
    Do cream and mantle like a standing pond,
    And do a willful stillness entertain,
    With purpose to be dressed in an opinion
    Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,
    As who should say, “I am Sir Oracle,
    And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!”
    William Shakespeare (1564–1616)

    At the last, tenderly,
    From the walls of the powerful fortress’d house,
    From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,
    Let me be wafted.

    Let me glide noiselessly forth;
    With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper,
    Set ope the doors O soul.
    Walt Whitman (1819–1892)