| Happy the man, whose wish and care |
| A few paternal acres
bound, |
| Content to breathe his native air |
In his own ground.
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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 soft away, |
| In health of body, peace of mind, |
Quiet by day.
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| Sound sleep by night; study and ease, |
| Together mixt; sweet
recreation: |
| And innocence, which most does please |
With meditation.
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| 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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| ALexander Pope
| Classic Poems |
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[ A Little Learning ] [ Know Thyself ] [ Elegy To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady ] [ The Rape of the Lock Canto 1 ] [ The Dunciad Book the First ] [ Ode on Solitude ] |
