- 1. Solitude: An Ode
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How happy he, who free from care
The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
Contented breaths his native air,
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- 2. Sappho To Phaon (ovid Heroid Xv)
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,
Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?
Must then her name the wretched writer prove,
To thy remembrance lost, as to thy love?
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- 3. 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.
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- 4. Solitude
I
How happy he, who free from care
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