Ode On Solitude Poem by Alexander Pope
Ode On Solitude
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards 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 mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me dye; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lye. What a peaceful way of life.
Read this poem in my school days.this lovely peaceful poem still haunts me! Perhaps I am also of the same mind! I have spent my life not seeking personal attention and very often think on these lines.This great poet has influenced my way of life I can say!
this is exactly the way most people wish both to live and to die, but very few attain it. I've heard about Pope from another Poet, now i am reading Pope.
Let me leave unseen and unknown and feel the taste of solitude. A great ode to solitude..... timeless!
A thought provoking rendition nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A work of an intricate mind......
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown oh that line gets me you are not the only one mr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautifully penned, the real taste of life. But is there a man such like?