[2015] Nate Stout (AB 67): Ode on Solitude

Happy the man, whose wish and careA 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.

Ode On SolitudeAlexander Pope

Blest! who can unconcern'dly findHours, days, and years slide soft away,In health of body, peace of mind,Quiet by day,Sound sleep by night; study and easeTogether 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 stoneTell where I lye.

Sound-Rhyming pattern: ABCB-Repitition(Whose...)-Alliteration; "Sound sleep by night; study in ease"

This poem is in the tradition form with its rhyming ABCB pattern.

Imagery--Minimal figurative language-You can imagine things from the next such as, "...whose fields with bread.." Helps imagine a field of wheat