sábado, 24 de abril de 2010

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 herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
    • Whose flocks supply him with attire,
    • Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
    • In winter fire.
    • Bless’d 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 die;
    • Steal from the world, and not a stone
    • Tell where I lie.
  •    Alexander Pope, aos 12 anos. ano 1700.

Um comentário:

  1. que belo achado, ismael!

    vou reproduzir no pavablog no fds. =)

    big abraço