Labels: a Pope
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.
Blest! 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 doth please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
That is I________
Name: mylias
Bdae: 16th March
Nicks: none
Job: jobless
Contact: Contact Me
I Strongly Like_____
the morning sunlight
breezy spring mornings
I Like________
Food: cheese
Drinks: pure cool water
Pastimes: stare into thin air
People: who stares back
I Have Strong Dislike For_________
tropical hot mid-day sun
freezing winters days
I Am Adverse To_____
People: politicians who tell half-truth
Things: slippery objects
Food: hot as in chillies
Music's Playing_____
Artist: Enya
Song: Watermark-Piano Soundtrack
-IE mode specific-
Let Me Know________
Knock On My Door
blah blah blah
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