Ode on solitude by Alexander Pope is a poem telling how living alone can be so beautiful.
Poet starts with telling that happy man is that who can live happily with few things. They are happy whose wishes can be fulfilled by few paternal acres and who can breathe native air on his own ground.
Happy man is that whose heard is full of milk, fields with corn, flocks supply attire, trees give shade in summer and fire in winter. Who can pass time without worry and who has health of body and peace of mind. Who can have sound sleep by night and can read. This is the real happiness.
So in last poet wants to live unseen and unknown. He even wants nobody to lament on his death.
So, this poem gives characteristics of a real happy man. The message is that one is not happy who is wealthy but happy is one who have peace.
A man's destination is his own village, His own fire, and his wife's cooking; To sit in front of his own door at sunset And see his grandson, and his neighbour's grandson Playing in the dust together. Scarred but secure, he has many memories Which return at the hour of conversation, (The warm or the cool hour, according to the climate) Of foreign men, who fought in foreign places, Foreign to each other. A man's destination is not his destiny, Every country is home to one man And exile to another. Where a man dies bravely At one with his destiny, that soil is his. Let his village remember. This was not your land, or ours: but a village in the Midlands, And one in the Five Rivers, may have the same graveyard. Let those who go home tell the same story of you: Of action with a common purpose, action None the less fruitful if neither you nor we Know, unt...
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