ODE ON SOLITUDE By Alexander Pope APPY 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 unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away; Sound sleep by night, study and ease, Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; HYMN TO CYNTHIA By Ben Jonson UEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, State in wonted manner keep: Earth, let not thy envious shade Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close; Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever; RETIREMENT By Thomas Warton INSCRIPTION IN A HERMITAGE ENEATH this stony roof reclined, I soothe to peace my pensive mind; And while, to shade my lowly cave, Embowering elms their umbrage wave; And while the maple dish is mine Within my limits, lone and still, At morn I take my customed round, Or o'er the sculptures, quaint and rude, At eve, within yon studious nook, Of martyrs, crowned with heavenly meed; Chant, ere I sleep, my measured hymn, While such pure joys my bliss create, PACK CLOUDS AWAY By Thomas Heywood ACK clouds away, and welcome day, With night we banish sor row; Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft, To give my love good-morrow. Wings from the wind to please her mind, To give my love good-morrow, Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast, Give my fair love good-morrow. Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow, You petty elves, amongst yourselves, Sing my fair love good-morrow. To give my love good-morrow, Sing, birds, in every furrow. |