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Ode on Solitude  (1709) 
by Alexander Pope
purportedly written in 1700 (when Pope was 12)



Ode on Solitude[]

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LLwycoed Farm, Glwynned, Wales, UK, 2006. Photo by Eric Jones. Licensed under Creative Commons, courtesy Geograph.org.

"Ode_on_Solitude"_by_Alexander_Pope_(read_by_Tom_O'Bedlam)

"Ode on Solitude" by Alexander Pope (read by Tom O'Bedlam)


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 unconcernedly 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 mixed; 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.

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