...continu'd in my pafllon for a rural life, and in the fame employments of it. Happy the man, whofe wiJJj and care A few paternal Acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, . ., In his own ground: L, Whofe herds with milk, whofe fields with bread t Whofe 'flocks fupply.him with attire, Whofe freA...

...pafllon for a rural life, and in the fame employments of it. Happy the man, whofe wijh and care Jl few paternal Acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground: , ; Wbofe herds with milk, wbofe fields with tread,, Whofe flocks fupply him with attire, trees infummer...

...continu'd in my paffion for a rural life, and in the fame employments of it. Happy the man, wbofe wijb and care, A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe. his native air, Jti bis own ground. Wbofe herds with milk, wbofe fields with bread, Wbofe ftocki fupply him with attire,...

...let all being raife 1 All nature's incenfe rife! > • . Ode on SOLITUDE. HAPPY the man, whofe wifh and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. "Whofe herds with milk,. whofe fields with bread, Whofe flocks fupply him with attire, Whofe trees...

...continued in my paffion for a rural life, and in the fame employments of it. Happy the man, whofe wifh and care, A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whofe herds with milk, whofe fields with bread, Whofe flocks fupply him with attire, Whofe trees in...

...continued in my paffion for a rural life, and in the fame employments of it. Happy the man, whofe wilh and care, A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whofe herds with milk, whofe fields with bread, Whofe flocks fupply him with attire, Whofe trees in...

...fweet recreation, And innocence which moft does pleafe, With meditation. Thus, let me live, unfeen, unknown, Thus, unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a ftone Tell where I lie. LETTER IX. Aug. 19, 1709. IF I were to write to you as often as I think of...

...fweet recreation ; And innocence, which moft does pleafe 1 5 With meditation. Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a llonc Tell where I lie. * This was a very early production of our Author, written at about twelve years...

...fweet recreation ; And innocence, which moft does pleafe 1 5 With meditation. Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a ftone Tell where I lie. * This was a very early produftion of our Author, written at about twelve years...

...determined him to lay afide all thoughts of that nature. ODE on SOLITUDE*. HAPPPY the man, whofe wifh and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whofe herds with milk, whofe fields with bread, Whofe flocks fupply him with attire, 6 Whofe trees...