Solitude

Alexander Pope ( 1688-1744) was born in London and became severely ill at the age of twelve so that his health was ruined and his body was deformed. He educated himself and at the age of sixteen published his first poems, Pastorals. He wrote much poetry and prose, but is famous for his satires.

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Solitude

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest, who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night, study and ease
Together mixt, sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
with meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
– Alexander Pope [ 1688-1744]
From Harmony – An Anthology of Poems

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