Maniya Mansvee
August 14, 2025 Poem: ode on solitude by Alexander pope Poem: Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herbs with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him she In winter fire. Blast, who can unconcernedly fild 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 ...