Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Ode on Solitude
A few paternal acres bound.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Ode on Solitude
Related:
- Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die
Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.... - Virtuous and vicious every man must be,--
Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle ii, Line 231... - All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 267... - Canada: a few acres of snow. -- Voltaire
- Vain was the chief's the sage's pride!
They had no poet, and they died.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace, Odes, Book iv, Ode 9... - Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 261... - He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 143... - Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book v, Line 999... - Whose well-taught mind the present age surpast.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book vii, Line 210...
