The Quiet Life

The Quiet Life
Alexander Pope
A Reading by Brittney Tun
AEI Yangon
Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herd 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 does please
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

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Plz, post another reciting poems from grade 11.
I really love listening your reciting them.
Thanks a million, Miss.

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Thank you, I will! Any particular request? I need to get the school books :-)