SOLITUDE
by: Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
- OW happy he, who free from care
- The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
- Contented breaths his native air,
- In his own grounds.
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- Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
- Whose flocks supply him with attire,
- Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
- In winter fire.
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- Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
- Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
- In health of body, peace of mind,
- Quiet by day,
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- Sound sleep by night; study and ease
- Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
- And innocence, which most does please,
- With meditation.
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- Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;
- Thus unlamented let me dye;
- Steal from the world, and not a stone
- Tell where I lye.
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